Verbal Murder 2 Lyrics
| Song | Verbal Murder 2 |
| Artist | Pete Rock |
| Album | Soul Survivor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hall, Hardy, Hardy, Lynn ... | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Hall, Hardy, Hardy, Lynn ... | |
| Yo, terror squad, pete rock collabo' | |
| From gitgo, 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 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 | |
| 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 mv to lc, 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 clapman | |
| 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 sssssense" 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 hiphop 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 waitlist sayin, " i can' t take this | |
| Fake shit" echoes | |
| Yo.. | |
| Yo! | |
| Big pun, noreaga, com sense for the nine eight | |
| Get it straight |
| zuò qǔ : Hall, Hardy, Hardy, Lynn ... | |
| Yo, terror squad, pete rock collabo' | |
| From gitgo, 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 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 | |
| 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 mv to lc, 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 clapman | |
| 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 sssssense" 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 hiphop 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 waitlist sayin, " i can' t take this | |
| Fake shit" echoes | |
| Yo.. | |
| Yo! | |
| Big pun, noreaga, com sense for the nine eight | |
| Get it straight |
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