Big Pun - Legendary Cypher lyrics

Fake, lyrically handsome
Call collect a king's ransom
Jams I write soon become the ghetto anthem
Way out like Bruce Wayne's mansion
Move like a phantom
You'll talk about me to your grandsons
Cats who claiming they hard be mad fags
So I run through 'em like
Flood water through sandbags
Competition is mad, what I got
They can't have
Sinking they ship, like Moby Dick to Ahab
Son I'm way past the minimum
Entering millennium my raps will hold a gat
To your back like Palestinians
Ancient Abyssinia, sure to hold the Gideon
Official b-boy gentlemen, long term
Never the interim
Born inside the winter wind
Day after December 10
These simpletons they mentioned in
The synonym for feminine
Sweeter than some cinnamon
The Danish rings by Entenmann's
Rush up on adrenaline
They get they asses sent to them
Gentlemen you got a tenement
Well then assemble it!
Leave your unit trembling like
Herds of moving elephant
Intelligent embellishment
Follow for your element
From Flatbush settlement
Skin possesses melanin
Hotter than tales of crack peddling
Making em WOOP
Like blue gelatin, swing like Duke Ellington
Broader than Barrington Levy, believe me
The hot Apache red who burn
Down your chief teepee you see me?

Yo, niggas don't know so I gotta flip
It seem they've forgotten how
Dark it could get
When I bark, when I hit, scratch like a Pit
We both know you pussy but
You stay talking shit
What I'mma have to do dog
Run up when you rest
Catch you while you comfortable with
One up in your vest one up in yo chest
Of course they the hollows
You goin' away today, you just lost tomorrow
I'mma go platinum you gots to be kiddin'?
(Nah) i'mma go platinum! No bullshittin'
And I'mma stay flippin' flows, rippin' shows
Strippin' ho's, gettin dough, let me go
And niggas know, who the best is
The dog, DMX is
The rest is or might as well be helpless
I'm wreckless cause when I wreck shit
I might snatch a niggas necklace
And then go from like midnight to breakfast

Yo, yo, my Alma mater is the rooftop
Back in '85
With summer cookouts to crack lookouts
Mega hookers with pocketbooks out
The corner's where we hung out
My uncle that was strung out
Beef during the drought and all the
Guns that we brung out
Niggas hustle for cloud
Brownsville street type bouts
Blackouts, ultra-lootin'
Door to door army recruitin'
Drug lords continue shootin' in weathers
And come Novembers
Sleep in red snow, where niggas bled so
The spot control
Gold-chains with diamond-links makes product
In kitchen sinks
Think tanks matching to banks
Stuck up bitches actin' stank
Gun-play without provisions
Went on twenty-type collisions
Weed spots getting took when
Po-nine run the jooks
Crooked beats crooks be lurkin' hurtin'
To catch a body workin' to
Say they perks when it's a nigga head they
Burstin' first and last
I'll lock your block then smack that ass
Cum laude and street-wise, slide fast

Alright, I'm in fascination with
The shorter words, turn to audible
Put a little more to it try to blow through
See it's like the way you think
And I've been made to endure
I floored rap like
Gangs, straightaways moving out of buckets
Some change
Paralyzed while I hit you like Colombian King
And I'm soaring
Killing words they couldn't explain
Spark flames, so it burn slow
Feeling me every bit
As much as Dutch know though, a ransom
My thumbs crush
My motivation lands where the guns bust
I know myself and the law we might trust
Mic like a cold-brush
Goin' front porch to the street
Movin' through this life of speed
Tryna square and exonerate
They're here to eat besides that
Dude you got me feeling the beat
It's like this, freestyle off of the cap
With my nigga Big Pun, cause he bust mad raps
That's DMX, we rock this shit, no doubt
With my nigga Canibus, let me show you how
Now we get down to the specifics
The Heineken i be grabbing up the mic
Before we rhyme again
What time again? Don't talk to brainless such
People around the way tell me
That I smoke too much
I'm rolling in the Dutch
That's the thing I do
While I'm chilling with my niggas from the QU
The zoo niggas ride
We like gorillas and such
While we ripping you through cause
We just too much
Freestyle off the top of my brain, I maintain
Showing the motherfucking stress in the game
Still I wouldn't break, the flow fast
Speedy McSlow
Geronimo, I get the dough nigga, what?

I shatter dreams like Jordan
Assault and batter your team
Your squadron'll be barred from rap
Like Adam and Eve from the garden
I'm carving 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 whack
Nigga with the worst rap cause
He ain't worth jack
Hit him 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 rapping and tongues packing the ones
Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns
It's Big Pun
The one and only son of Tony Montana
You ain't promised mañana in
The rotten manzana
C'mon pana, we need more rhymers
Feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda
A man of honor wouldn't wanna
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 kind of grammar
I'm pure adrenaline uncut
Straight to the gut medicine
Raw cure for pain
I coat your brain like polyurethane
Simple and plain I'll explain
It in layman terms
If you came to learn how to make fire
I'mma make it burn
Higher and hotter than lava
The scholar adviser
As smart as MacGyver can put honor
Inside the heart of a liar
Involved in a life of crime
Fuck it I like the shine
Up in the white and lime
Clutch with the pipe design
Plushed out, both pockets about to bust out
If you not in it for the spinach
Get the fuck out take a hike
We can even battle to make it right
Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished
Say goodnight head-to head in the street
I'll leave you dead in your feet
Settling beef
I'll even let you rhyme to the Benjamin beat
But it won't matter
Your dreams still gon' shatter
It's a long ladder to climb
And mine is on stagger so get outta town
'fore I hit you with the loudest sound
You ever heard, desert bird player
You outta bounds
You could ramble out the mouth
Like you Rambo
But you slouch, if we battled you'd be out
Without a shadow of a doubt
And that's the ugly truth
Killers walk with muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me loose
That's a bullet in your bubbly-goose
Fuck is you talkin' like you
Crazy? Barkin' like you wady
I'll have you crawlin, walking like a baby
Don't try to play me cause I'm not a playa
Aiyyo I shot the place up and pass
The heat off like a hot potata
I'm 'bout to make a million
Dollars but still I'm rowdy
So I hope I'm rap and rhyming
Before I have to kill somebody
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle
Guaranteed a nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit
Focus kid, commercials don't lie
Curse you to die
Coke is it, rob your life away
That's a big price to pay
Forgetting to teach his kid how to
Ride his bike today stupid

Let the world know the truth
You don't want me to shine
You studied my rhyme
Then you laid your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move
Somethin that a homosexual rapper would do
So when you say that you platinum
You only dropping clues
I studied your background
Read the book that you wrote
Researched your footnotes about how you
Used to sniff coke
Fronting like a drug-free role model
You disgust me i know bitches that seen
You smoke weed recently
You walk around showing off your
Body ‘cause it sells
Plus to avoid the fact that
You ain't got skills mad at me ‘cause I kick
That shit real niggas feel
While ninety-nine percent of your
Fans wear high heels
From Ice T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay-Z
Now you want to fuck with me? Nigga you crazy
You dripping with wack juice
And you can't get it off
You better be prepared to
Finish what you start
Give me the respect that I deserve
Or I'mma take it by force
Blast you with a fourty-five colt
Make you somersault shock you with a couple
Hundred thousand volt thunderbolts
Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk
It's about who strikes the hardest
Not who strikes first
That's why I laugh when I
Hear that wack ass verse
That shit was the worst rhyme I
Ever heard in my life
‘Cause the greatest rapper of all
Time died on March ninth
God bless his soul rest in peace, kid
It's because of him now at least
I know what beef is
It's not what I would call this
See this is something different
A faggot nigga tryna make a
Livin' off of dissin'
Somebody that he gotta know
Is better than him
But he feeling himself ‘cause he
Got more cheddar than him
Well let me tell you something: you
Might got more cash then me
But you ain't got the skills to
Eat a nigga's ass like me
And if you really want to show off
We can get it on
Live in front of the cameras
On your own sitcom
I'll let you kick a verse fuck it
I'll let you kick 'em all
I'll even wait for the
Studio audience to applaud clap, clap
Now watch me rip the tat from your arm
Stick you in the groin
Kick you in your Vanguard award
Stacks a Vanguard award
In front of your mom, your first
Second and third-born
Make your wife get on the horn
Call Minister Farrakhan
So he could persuade me to
Squash it, I say "Naw, he started it
He forgot what a hardcore artist is"
A hardcore artist is a dangerous man
Such as myself
Trained to run twenty miles in soft sand
On or off land
Programmed to kick hundreds of bars off hand
From a lost and forgotten land
You done did it, man
You done spitted some wack shit
And probably thought that because it's been
A minute I'll forget it?
Fuck that! ‘Cause like Common and Cube
I see the bitch in you
And I'mma make the world see it too
Straight-up and down

Canibus and the Punisher
The ultimate executioner's dream
Swinging the guillotine
Cause whenever the head is severed from the
Human body with a sharp enough weapon
The brain remains conscious for ten seconds
Long enough for me to give
You one last message
And when you get to Hell
You can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused
Fuckin' with Canibus the human Rubik's Cube
Like you got something to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after
Me will get booed
Get everything in the club thrown
At you and your crew
From Moet bottles, to bar stools, fruit's
And foods you got a album out? You
Get hit with your CD, too
Runnin' outside lyin', cryin', denyin'
That you ain't The Gay Rapper but
You got fucked by him
What's the difference? Y'all niggas still
Ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixin' your bidness
With your bitches while I be in the
Lab composing forbidden scriptures
So wicked
I got Satan ejaculating all over his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler in the
Middle of Boogie Nights
Sniffin' white, living the hype
He ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah
That's right so make sure your grip is tight
Or I'ma snatch your mic word up, like that