I'll Bust 'em, You Punish 'em

Yeah, I bust 'em... you punish 'em

Yeah...let me bust 'em

Naw, I'ma punish 'em

Ra, let me bust 'em

Naw, I'ma punish 'em

Naw, let me bust 'em

Naw, I'ma punish 'em

Come on Ra, let me bust 'em

Yo Bis, I'ma punish 'em

Yo, yo...

Out on the battling shit my verbal lateral grip

Keeps my tongue glued to the A-Dat when I'm trackin' 'em shit

Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips

And make you rappers have fits 'cause I'm back in the mix

Ffuck a pad and a pen, I write rhymes on an IBM

Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in

Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit

Meditating on this rapping shit

Because my freestyle reigns sovereign

Wit a deeper conscious than the prophet Muhammad was born wit

My brain cavity is enormous

My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the 7 chakras

While the right one harnesses darkness

The type of dark that makes a house haunted

The type of dark that niggas get lost in

The type of dark you fear when you're dead in your coffin

I hear you talkin' but I ignore it

Cause you garbage and your rhymes borin'

So keep standin' on the corner,

The thrash-man will collect you in the mornin'

Thug cats frontin'

Wacker than Blinky Blink

On the back of the wack-ass wagon babblin' about - nothin'

Fuck that real rug rats could get it on, black

Meet me at The Tunnel where pussy cats get robbed at

So dark You'll never see the blood splat

And you can't even react

'cause the trunk is where u keep ya guns at

Now you on speed 'cause you too scared to come back

You can't even breathe

The weed sufficates your lung sacks

Fake MCs haul ass like they runnin' track

Where ever Canibus or Rakim is at

Let me bust 'em

Naw, I'ma punish 'em

Naw, let me bust 'em

Naw, I'ma punish 'em

Ra, let me bust 'em

Naw, I'ma punish 'em

Naw,let me bust 'em

Naw, I'ma punish 'em

Naw, let me bust 'em

Naw, I'ma punish 'em

Ra, let me bust 'em

Naw, let me bust 'em

Naw, I'ma punish 'em

Come on Ra, let me bust 'em

Yo Bis, Let Me punish 'em

Be ready and at ya best

The celebrity match of death

Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest

Crack your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath

Then I asked the ref, "how many cats is left?"

One on one, who challenging? Come get did

All I have is a pen and punish you kids

Abdomen punctured and look what I did to his wig

Wanna live then I stab 'em in the lung with his rib

Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine

Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime

Get your snot-box smashed with a 9

Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the back of your mind

Try to explain what it's like seeing your brain

Your insane, soon to be ID'ed as remains

Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again

Again and again, again and again

Yo, yo….

Yo we started to battle with a grapple

That nigga had long hair so a grabbed a hand full

And chopped 'em in the Adams-apple

His partner in back of you tried to attack you

So I'ma twist 'em up like a pret-zel then I'ma tag you

I'm on some stone cold shit

Warn your whole clique

Cartilage get blown until the whole bone split

Who wanna spit, bang quick, strangle 'em wit his lip

He tried to flip but I left his body danglin'

You left 'em danglin'

I can't believe he wanna grapple again

I swung 'em around like I was dancing wit 'em

Put his arms in back of his head and snapped 'em again

Then I grabbed his limbs and put in the figure-"6 subtracted from 10"

(Rakim):

Seven birds, make 'em swerve 'til their vision is blurred

Turn cats that suped from superb to nerds

Just say the word, I'll leave your DNA on the curb

And stick my dick in your ear and fuck what you heard