*Dj Scratches*      (Bronx Queens)   Yeah, Uhh   No Doubt   (Yeah Big Pun)   Yeah Yeah No Doubt   Yeah Lets Get It On   Yeah   Freestyles   (Hot 97)   Hot 97   Uhh      Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact   Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats   Half of you lack the magical dap of tragical rap   That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you   That's... mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong   The marriage, a bond of havoc and song   This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you   There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked   in the closet of my castle of Grayskull   I'm possum at grade school, that's how I have to debate you   Raps are like cables, snatchin' you fatal   That's how master degrades you   I'm battlin' Jesus if he passes through my label   snatchin' his halo   God I pray that you send my father back as an angel   Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin'   I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin'   I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals   That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable      Just call me Baby Jesus cuz lately niggaz is praisin' me   Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery   It pays to be amazingly flavery   Gaze Into my eyes that basically hypnotize you occasionally   Plus I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you   where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you   New York niggaz is trigger happy, Pataki scared   This town ain't big enough for both of us (And we ain't Goin' Nowhere)   There it is, plain and simple like Jigga my game is mental   While slow niggaz better know I blow their brains out they temples   I'm into black magical torture romantic dramatical author   Compatible with the average New Yorker   A fast talker, like Tony when gas whores I'm the masked enforcer   out for the cash and the cho-cha   Smash the coca, bottle it up watch the fiends gobble it up   If I roll up, you do what? Swallow the stuff   I don't give a fuck any more, I'm only twenty-four years old   and I've already broken every law   I'm horrorcore, this is for the heads   Runnin' up in your crib, knot if you still hot in under the bed      (yeah) yeah one more yo, I'm gonna give one more for Montana   yo yo yo   yo yo yo      Ay-yo I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team   Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam & Eve from the garden   I'm carvin' 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 wack nigga with the worst rap   Cuz he ain't worth jack   hit 'em 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, niggaz be swearin' I'm blacker than coal   Like Nat King, I be rapping and tongue's packing   The ones, magnums, cannons and gatling guns   It's Big Pun! The one and only son of Tony...Montana   You ain't promised manana in the rotten manzana   C'mon-pana we need more rhymers   feel the marijuana snake bite anaconda   I'm in Ivana with wine-a, 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 kinda gramma