Pete Rock, N.O.R.E, Common, Big Pun - Verbal Murder 2 lyrics

Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo'
From the git-go, yo, yo

Ayo, it's such a shame
All these dick-riders tryin' to
Corrupt the game but what it bring?
Nothin' 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 trying 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 a rapper like a 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
Grab a hold cause you never heard a
Verbal murder like this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat wanna be enormous
Plottin' on the next one, murder one
Grab a hold cause you never heard a
Verbal murder like this
Cash comes before soul, so watch your shit
Every cat wanna be enormous
Plottin' on the next one, murder one

Aiyyo my whole circle make you feel
It like "The Color Purple"
My niggas 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 niggas out of the booth
Unplugging it
Strange Fruit, my niggas 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 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, thun
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 word, son, I'm the minister
What?

"Verbally I catch bodies"
"Let's separate the men from the boys"
"Verbal attack"

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 fucking wit me
I ain't no ducking emcee with the knowledge
There's a lil' thug blood in me
This stud bumped into me
(What) , 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 kill
Whether the Hip-Hop type
(Who?) , country rapper, or big Will
I peeled some raps back
(What) , that peeled his cap back (yeah)
Fucker 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 shit" (echoes)
Yo yo!
Big Pun, Noreaga
Com' Sense for the nine-eight
Get it straight