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

Ayo, it's such a shame
All these dick riders tryna corrupt the game
But what it bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' 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, I'm fightin' to fight
It's like, tonight is the night
And I ain't even tryna 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 a 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 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 want to 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 want to be enormous
Plottin' on the next one
Murder one (the next one, the next on, next)

Ayo, my whole circle make you feel it like The Color Purple
My niggas comin' through and still hurt you
While 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, really 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 thuggin' it
Snatchin' niggas out of the booth, unpluggin' 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 stackin', move out the hood into Manhattan
Got big headed, misleaded, hair dreaded
Yo, the beef deaded, his whole squad afraid to set it
Yo, I heard, son
Son, is rockin' iceberg Dunn
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 words like I'm the minister, what?

(Verbally I catch bodies)
(Let's separate the men from the boys)
(Verbal attack)
(Big Pun, Noreaga, Pete Rock)
(Common Sense) yo

We just begun the story, Com, Pun and Nore
Look to the sun for glory as time runs before me (what?)
I'm after the day of judgment, I'm still before the
Jury, explainin' why I was in a gun orgy
He was fuckin' wit' me, I ain't no duckin' emcee
With the knowledge there's a little thug blood in me
A stud bumped into me (what?), Beef it was finna be
My appetite for destruction is finnicky
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 (what?)
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 waitlist sayin, "I can't take this fake shit"

Yo
Yo
Big Pun
Noreaga
Com Sense for the nine-eight
Get it straight

Scratchin' basically
Was somethin' I first, first started doing when I was like seven
First record I ever cut was, um, "Get Up and Dance" by Freedom, nah I mean?
And then, you know I just basically learned from watching everybody
Doing they little DJ thing so
I just caught on, matter of time
I'm a fast learner so, then I got into the competition
Where I was like doing all kinds of tricks
Liftin' up the turntable, mixing and wildin', buggin'
Just DJ shit, I was having fun with that shit
It all stems from DJ'ing, you know I'm sayin'?
That ear, you gotta have that ear for music
But that's really it though, word

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Writer(s): Antonio M Hardy, Christopher Rios, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Marcel Theo Hall, Marlon Lu'ree Williams, Peter Phillips, Victor Santiago