Big Pun - Hot 97 (freestyle) lyrics

Ay yo my murderous rap verbal
Attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly
With graphical stats
Half of you lack the magical
Dap of tragical rap
That tackles you back and shackles
And laughs at you
That's, mathematical madness I'm
On, the savage, the strong
The marriage, a bond of havoc and song
This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you
There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked
In the closet of my castle of Grayskull
I'm possum at grade school
That's how I have to debate you
Raps are like cables, snatchin' you fatal
That's how master degrades you
I'm battlin' Jesus
(hay-soo) if he passes through my label
Snatchin' his halo
God I pray that you send my
Father back as an angel
Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'
I'm only emphasizin'
I'm still all about business and enterprisin'
I'm super lyrical
A brain boosts the chemicals
That's used contenicals inside of
My mental projectable

Just call me Baby Jesus cuz
Lately niggas is praisin' me
Just for the way I blaze to be crazily
Tape to CD lasery
It pays to be amazingly flavery
Gaze Into my eyes that
Basically hypnotize you occasionally
Plus I'm hard to talk to
If you live I probably
Thought you stalked you
Where you walked to at night
Caught you then tried to extort you
New York niggas is trigger happy
Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us
(And we ain't Goin' Nowhere) there it is
Plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental
While slow niggas better know I blow
Their brains out they temples
I'm into black magical torture
Romantic dramatical author
Compatible with the average New Yorker
A fast talker, like Tony when he gassed Sosa
I'm the masked enforcer
Out for the cash and the cho-cha
Smash the coca
Bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up
If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff
I don't give a fuck any more
I'm only twenty-four years old
And I've already broken every law
I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads
Runnin' up in your crib
Knot if you still hot in under the bed

Ay yo I shatter dreams like Jordan
Assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap like
Adam & Eve from the garden
I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead
So every night before bed you see
The "BP" shine off the (board head)
Reverse that, i curse at the first wack
Nigga with the worst rap
Cuz he ain't worth jack
Hit 'em with a thousand pounds
Of pressure per slap
Make his whole body jerk back
Watch the earth crack
Hand him his purse back
I'm the first Latin rapper
To baffle your skull master the flow
Niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal
Like Nat King
I be rappin' and tongue's packin'
The ones, magnums, cannons and gatlin' guns
It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony
Montana you ain't promised manana in
The rotten manzana
C'mon pana we need more rhymers
Feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda
I'm in Ivana with wine-a
Try to match my persona
Sometimes rhymin' I blow my
Own mind like Nirvana
Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna
Go try to find another rhymer
With my kinda gramma