Tom Coyne - Verbal Murder 2 lyrics

[Intro] Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo' From git-go, yo yo [Verse 1: Big Pun] Aiyyo it's such a shame All these dick riders trying to corrupt the game But what it bring, nothing but pain And one in your f**in brain Ain't nuttin changed since the album I'm still whylin I'm still violent I've been waiting for this moment Like Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer Hyper than hype, when fighting to fight It's like, tonight is the night And I ain't even trying to let a n***a slide I've been dyin to get a gat I dared to try now prepare to die I rush your crib like Jehovah's Witness, blow up any Soldiers, infants, hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance? I'm so relentless in this field of rap, everything is real in fact Fully backed by bullies who be peeling caps I sack the rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics Things get drastic, Express for my plastic I pack clips, between my nuts and my fat dick [Hook x2: Pete Rock] Grab a hold cause you never heard a Verbal murder like this Cash comes before soul, so watch your sh** Every cat wanna be enormous Plottin on the next one Murder one [Verse 2: Noreaga] Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like The Color Purple My n***as comin through and still hurt you Wipe y'all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs We hit Fifth Ave, while y'all still hit Stern's Don't really care bout y'all, rarely hear bout y'all Yo on our side we do our thing, play the cut Let the phone ring, Pete Rock connect team From M-V to L-C, my thugs straight thugging it Snatching n***as out of the booth, unplugging it Strange Fruit, my n***as live to shoot Yo it's a strange thing, a n***a never had a suit Yo so bust what happen, remember the unknown's a clap-man Cat stacking, move out the hood that's in Manhattan Got big headed, misleaded, then dreaded Yo the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it Yo I heard son, son is rocking iceberg Dunn Got up out the hood, wouldn't believe that, this cat would Head mad swollen, flamboyant this man golden Yo the Senator, crime sinister, John Dillinger Better respect my words or I'm the minister What?? "Verbally I catch bodies" "Let's separate the men from the boys" "Verbal attack" "Big Pun" -] Punisher, "Noreaga" -] Nore, "Pete Rock" "Common s-s-s-sSense" -] Com [Verse 3: Common] Yo, we just begun the story, Com Pun and Nore Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me I'm after the day of judgment I'm still before the Jury, explaining why I was in a gun orgy He was f**ing wit me, I ain't no ducking emcee With the knowledge there's a lil' thug blood in me This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be My Appetite for Destruction is finicky He was an industry type, influenced by magazines and snipes Rocked Adidas but he had no stripes I could tell in high school that he had no fights Hold dick better than he hold mics, he spiked his punchlines With current events, called for backup Like one time when he heard it was Sense That deliver words with intents to k** Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back f**er thought I was Abstract, now his life is backtracked In the center of the party his crew identified the body Left him signing the wait-list saying, "I can't take this Fake sh**" (echoes) Yo.. Yo! Big Pun, Noreaga, Com Sense for the nine eight Get it straight