Resurrection

[Intro] I'd rather be a dead man And go out of this world as a man That stood for something Than to bow down like a dog [Verse 1: Big Punisher] I know you heard the stories Pun's a killer On a search for glory The Heavens cursing on me That's why I'm stuck in purgatory Niggas bore me with rough raps My shit is truly for the cats that bust gats Where's the noise, where my thugs at? Where my dogs at? Where my love at? Where my squad at? Where my motherfucking nigga Joe the God at? Ready for combat, being long-strapped, long gat Now disarm that, physically, making contact We the wrong cats, you don't bark at Better spark that, walk that, lock that Trigger pump, cock back, park that, pop that Right where the heart at Take the Glock, like make sure I don't pop that You don't want that That's the final chapter Feel you spinal rapture when I rip through your vinyl Like a rhymin' raptor I'm the Cappa like Don I'm not a rapper I'm on A fortified killer from the back of the Bronx, What! [Interlude: Big Punisher] First album I let everybody know who the nicest, you know what I'm sayin' Now we take it to the next level, the whole world know who the nicest, know what I'm sayin' Now you know, we finally get our due, you know what I mean? [Verse 2: Big Punisher] Fuck all y'all non-believers I roll with God, the squad n' TS Out with the BS, we platinum, they even doubted Jesus Niggas is 85%, I'm 400 solid Brain-bolic with knowledge, cock-diesel scholars Holdin' it down Walkin' around with gold by the pound Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders, all in the crown Talk of the town Soakin' you down with toasts 'til you drown Ghost you and grind your corpse with a force that'll open the ground Save the jokes for the clowns I'm on a serious tip You keep playin'- And I get furious quick And I'll take you for a walk through the ghetto You either spark your metal Or get outlined in chalk by the devil I rep' the borough that mothered this rap shit I used to clap shit Now I just lay back and mack on some mack shit I used to have to pack a Mac in the back of the Ac' Now I relax and stack platinum plaques in my shack It's like that, but don't think I won't counter-act My niggas is strapped And quick to lay a bitch on his back I'm swift with the Mac, quicker than Kung-Fu With the reflexes of a cat, and the speed of a mongoose Stupid!