Big Pun - Classic Verses lyrics
[Big Pun - Classic Verses lyrics]
Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad
But, I'm God-retarded
Ain't no righteousness in this
Heart of violence
Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff
Listen up if you ever see me with the Feds
You can bet it's in the cuffs
Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us
Unofficialness, everything we outside you
Wish you was
Official thugs in the drug profession
Drug connections, drug addictions
Still seein' the judge for drug possession
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big or leave and let live
We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else
We probably Dove 'cause we all way
On top of the shelf
I'm lockin' your wealth with the master keys
Freeze don't try to breeze or I'ma squeeze
And blast the back of your knees
Just pass the cheese, please
Don't test the toaster
My tech'll roast ya body
Faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
You're gettin' closer to death
Reaper's got a hold on your breath
You goin' straight to hell as you
Sell your soul for your flesh
You was posin' a threat
Now you froze in the bed
Minute ago, you was poppin' shit
Holdin' ya dick
Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin'
Like you said on your album
I thought you was wildin', bustin'
Your guns and runnin' the island
You was't violent, you was silent
Tryin' to get college credit's how pathetic
Did it to get out of the calisthetics?
I'm Dianetics combined with lyrics
My matureness is my insurance
Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin' spirit
You gotta fear it 'cause every
Last gem is poison you gotta cheer it
You can't win you better join 'em
I'm head-annointin' niggas like
The Holy Gospel i'm the only vato loco to
Smoke you with fire-blowin' nostrils
Watch for the toast, when you see it
You better draw yours
Warlords, callin' The Giant, it's all yours
Fuck all y'all non-believers I roll with God
The Squad and TS, out with the BS
We platinum
They even doubted Jesus, niggas is 85%
I'm 400 solid brain-bolic with knowledge
Cock-diesel scholars holdin' it down
Walkin' around with gold by the pound
Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders
All in the crown talk of the town
Soakin' you down wit toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and pound your corpse with
A force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns
I'm on the serious tip
You keep playin' and I get furious quick
And now I take you for
A walk through the ghetto
Either spark your metal or get outlined
In chalk by the devil i rep the borough that
Mothered this rap shit, i used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and
Mack on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a
Mac in back of the Acura
Now I relax and stack platinum
Plaques in my shack it's like that
But don't think I won't counter act
My niggas is strapped and quick to
Lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
With the reflexes of a cat
And the speed of a mongoose
But, I'm God-retarded
Ain't no righteousness in this
Heart of violence
Hard as diamond but I'm in the ruff
Listen up if you ever see me with the Feds
You can bet it's in the cuffs
Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us
Unofficialness, everything we outside you
Wish you was
Official thugs in the drug profession
Drug connections, drug addictions
Still seein' the judge for drug possession
The four-D's, all these is more reas'
To either get big or leave and let live
We the best there is TS, ain't nobody else
We probably Dove 'cause we all way
On top of the shelf
I'm lockin' your wealth with the master keys
Freeze don't try to breeze or I'ma squeeze
And blast the back of your knees
Just pass the cheese, please
Don't test the toaster
My tech'll roast ya body
Faster than Ferrari's Testarossa
You're gettin' closer to death
Reaper's got a hold on your breath
You goin' straight to hell as you
Sell your soul for your flesh
You was posin' a threat
Now you froze in the bed
Minute ago, you was poppin' shit
Holdin' ya dick
Now what's the problem, you ain't nuttin'
Like you said on your album
I thought you was wildin', bustin'
Your guns and runnin' the island
You was't violent, you was silent
Tryin' to get college credit's how pathetic
Did it to get out of the calisthetics?
I'm Dianetics combined with lyrics
My matureness is my insurance
Kill my appearance, I'm a shinin' spirit
You gotta fear it 'cause every
Last gem is poison you gotta cheer it
You can't win you better join 'em
I'm head-annointin' niggas like
The Holy Gospel i'm the only vato loco to
Smoke you with fire-blowin' nostrils
Watch for the toast, when you see it
You better draw yours
Warlords, callin' The Giant, it's all yours
Fuck all y'all non-believers I roll with God
The Squad and TS, out with the BS
We platinum
They even doubted Jesus, niggas is 85%
I'm 400 solid brain-bolic with knowledge
Cock-diesel scholars holdin' it down
Walkin' around with gold by the pound
Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders
All in the crown talk of the town
Soakin' you down wit toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and pound your corpse with
A force that'll open the ground
Save the jokes for the clowns
I'm on the serious tip
You keep playin' and I get furious quick
And now I take you for
A walk through the ghetto
Either spark your metal or get outlined
In chalk by the devil i rep the borough that
Mothered this rap shit, i used to clap shit
Now I just lay back and
Mack on some mack shit
I used to have to pack a
Mac in back of the Acura
Now I relax and stack platinum
Plaques in my shack it's like that
But don't think I won't counter act
My niggas is strapped and quick to
Lay a bitch on his back
I'm swift with the mac, quicker than Kung Fu
With the reflexes of a cat
And the speed of a mongoose