Prospect - Brave in the Heart lyrics

[Verse 1: Triple Seis] I'll battle you all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis: the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed by my Squad It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rocking the Lo sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock for 40 days and 40 nights And every verse is tight Better than before, rough, rugged, and raw Chainsaw metaphor that leave your brain sore This ain't a game, I'll leave you maimed Allow me to explain I thrive on the pain while robbin' your chain Nawmean, do him and the fiend, grab his wallet Leave a trail, blazin' like Rasheed Wallace What's today's knowledge, hold your heat like The Peacemaker I walk the same streets the police take us Livin' on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth Respect and got the money, son: that's all that it's about No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real n***as really roll On the low trying to blow trees And for no reas', we hit a n***a up for mo' cheese Better relate and start to think, or be the missing link I got my Hustle on like Larry Flynt [Verse 2: Big Pun] We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart Razor-sharp, futuristic raps: state of the art Takin' New York cats past the stars, first it was Nasty Nas Now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough Hold your toaster low; business, never personal Just some words to know if you run the streets Come in peace or leave in pieces Even Jesus was k**ed by the polices They crucified him, now they inject us with juice to fry 'em Depends on the state, If d**h is my fate, then cool, I'm dyin' If that's my destiny, it's meant to be Just remember to bury the motherf**er That bent me right next to me Aight, crew? (no doubt Pun) Aight then, let's fight then I'm hypened, coming with the thunder and the lightnin' Invitin' the comp, ice on the arm Nights when I storm, sniping your moms, right from the Bronx Mic in the palm, it's the ghetto god I rip a n***a's heart out his frame while I scream Terror Squad Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife She said she'd starve on a diet, instead I'm a god in her eyes The father of Christ, sure to be immortal Guzzling beer bottles by the dozen With Devin: that's mi hermano [Refrain] We will be here, forever - KRS We brave in the heart, p-p-p-playin a part Amazingly smart Remember Pun, that's the ghetto God [Verse 3: Prospect] You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick A little quiet n***a wouldn't think I did that sh** I'm from where the guns love to introduce theyself Reduce your health, little bulletproofs get felt Who mind ready, for this big dog who hold a .9 steady I'm John Blazin when you see the arms razin' sh**, crime heavy already I keep it sharper than the long 'chette Far from a snitch n***a who call Teddy I click triggers: how you more ready? And switch bigger And more berry: I'm a cherry, you a strawberry If you lost that, mean I'm on top of the whip You plotting to flip, f** around and get shot in the lip You stop with the quick and never make another move Even your mother lose, I hurt up your pops to pay your brother dues [Refrain] [Verse 4: Fat Joe] Make way for scrill'; I don't play, I spray for real Blow your top with the Glock; that's my favorite k** Blaze your crib with like 30 shots I'm already hot, but my last one is with some dirty cops I play the streets with toast cause the thieves is close Want to keep your post? Then don't beef with Joe Still n***as think I won't bring the heat out That's like saying Puff ain't never beat up Steve Stoute Truth first, Terror Squad: shoot first War with me and you guaranteed to leave the Earth I'm dressed to k**, my n***as rep for real Joe Crack's back like I never had a deal Hungry and sh**, it don't get more lovely than this Blow a hole through your ribs just for running your lips The street's a trip; either you deep or you sleep with the fish I keep a fifth for them n***as that's seeking to flip