Hot 97 Freestyle Lyrics

*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 f..ck 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