Verbal Murder 2

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

[Verse 1: Big Pun]
A-yo, 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 wildin', I'm still violent
I've been waitin' for this moment like Phil Collins
For all my life, I've been trifer than trife
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 dare to try — now prepare to die
I rush your crib like a Jehovah's Witness
Blow up any soldier, infants
Hold up, did you notice my heroic entrance?
I'm so relentless in this field of rap
Everythin' 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

[Hook x2: Pete Rock]
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

[Verse 2: Noreaga]
A-yo 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 rockin' 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?

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

[Verse 3: 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 stood before the—
Jury, explainin' why I was in a gun orgy
He was fuckin' wit' me, I ain't no duckin' MC
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 signin' the wait-list sayin', "I can't take this fake shit"

[Outro: Pete Rock]
Yo, yo!
Big Pun, Noreaga, Com' Sense for the '9-8
Get it straight