Verbal Murder 2 Lyrics

Verbal Murder 2 lyrics

[Big Pun] 

Yo, Terror Squad, Pete Rock collabo' 

From git-go, yo yo




Aiyyo it's such a shame 

all these dick riders tryin to corrupt
the game 

But what it bring, nuttin 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 tryin 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 the rapper like li-nebacker, 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 



Chorus: Pete Rock 



Grab ahold 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
(repeat 2X) 



[Noreaga] 

Aiyyo my whole circle, make you feel it
like The Color Purple 

My niggaz 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, 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 niggaz out of the booth, unpluggin it 

Strange Fruit, my
niggaz 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 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 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 or I'm the minister 

What?? 



"Verbally I catch bodies"


"Let's seperate the men from the boys" -> Guru 

"Verbal attack" ->
Cappadon 

"Big Pun" -> Punisher, "Noreaga" -> Nore, "Pete Rock"


"Common s-s-s-sSense" -> Com 



[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'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 

This stud bumped
into me, beef it was fin' to 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 

that deliver words with intents to kill 

Whether the hip-hop
type, country rapper, or big wheel 

I peeled some raps back, that peeled
his cap back 

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" (echoes)




Yo.. 

Yo! 

Big Pun, Noreaga, Com Sense for the nine eight


Get it straight