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Verbal Murder 2

[Big Pun]

Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'

From git-go, yo yoAiyyo it's such a shame

all these dick riders tryin to corrupt the game

But what it bring, nuttin but pain

and one in your fuckin brain

Ain't nuttin changed since the album I'm still whylin

I'm still violent I've been waitin for this moment

like Phil Collins, for all my life I've been trifer than trifer

Hyper than hype, when fightin to fight

It's like, tonight is the night

And I ain't even tryin to let a nigga 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 peelin caps

I sack the rapper like li-nebacker, 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[Chorus: Pete Rock]

Grab ahold cause you never heard a

verbal murder like this

Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit

Every cat want to be enormous

Plottin on the next one

Murder one (repeat 2X)[Noreaga]

Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it like The Color Purple

My niggaz comin through and still hurt you

Wipe why'all Kleenex cats who stay full of germs

We hit Fifth Ave, while why'all still hit Stern's

Don't really care bout why'all, really hear bout why'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-see, my thugs straight thuggin it

Snatchin niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin it

Strange Fruit, my niggaz live to shoot

Yo it's a strange thing, a nigga never had a suit

Yo so bust what happen, remember the unknown's a clap-man

Cat stackin, 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 rockin 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" -> Guru

"Verbal attack" -> Cappadon

"Big Pun" -> Punisher, "Noreaga" -> Nore, "Pete Rock"

"Common s-s-s-sSense" -> Com[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, explainin why I was in a gun orgy

He was FUCKIN wit me, I ain't no duckin emcee

With the knowledge there's a little thug blood in me

This stud bumped into me, beef it was fin' to be

My Appetite for Destruction is finnicky

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 kill

Whether the hip-hop type, country rapper, or big wheel

I peeled some raps back, that peeled his cap back

Fucker thought I was Abstract, now his life is backtracked

In the center of the party his crew identified the body

Left him signin the wait-list sayin, "I can't take this

fake shit" (echoes)Yo..

Yo!

Big Pun, Noreaga, Com Sense for the nine eight

Get it straight

Songwriters

SANTIAGO, VICTOR/WILLIAMS, MARLON LU REE/RIOS, CARLOS/PHILLIPS, PETER (PKA PETE ROCK)Published by

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