Enemies of the State (Remix)

[Verse 1: Big Pun] Brace yourself before you get yourself laced Fucking with the spic piece of shit scarface Tony Mon, rolling with Joey the only don Cartagena, cock the nina, its on Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and moon and curl the planets I'm ?palanatic? wit lyrics spannin for galaxies Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin your wisdom a cavity Rapidly flowing, controlling the time Flip over the line, I'm blowing your mind wit just a flow and a rhyme I'm Hogan in his prime, strong and fast You can bomb and blast, c'mon, you'll still be on your ass It's satisfaction guaranteed, you're fiction like Quentin Tarantin' Kickin your baddest dreams, shit you haven't seen I have to be perfectly honest We should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics I verbally vomit on how much niggas try to get us With garbage lyrics, my style delivers it as the Outer Limits I'm like the pyramids cuz every point is precise Now you know me for life, four pound, Cuban flooded wit ice [Hook x2] Brace yourself before you get yourself laced !!ing with the sick arabic scarface We represent a cold race, thugs full of hate Enemies of the state behind closed gates [Verse 2: Canibus] First nigga to move, gets laced like shoes Its an example, so the second nigga knows what i do Where im from, we dont give a !! about rules we grimy "You think I'd kill two kids and a woman?" ....aight mother!!er try me Im one of the worst scarfaces reincarnated That carving your name in the pavement ish is outdated I go to Mount Rushmore with high powered lasers Replace all 4 of them faces with 4 facelifts One at a time, until they all look like mine A new and improved design for the 1 triple 9 A better nicca with better lyrics and better rhymes Ahead of my time ill even put my life on the line While youre in the studio writing your rhyme Ill run up in it with a hydrogen bomb singing the sacred psalm ... And than I'll blow us all to hell in the name of Allah [Hook x2)] [Verse 3: Tragedy Khadafi] Yo You ain't a thug, screaming at the sight of your own blood Ill run up in your spot and take everything you make Masked and gloved it, the way we dubbed it you loved it Lost like an innocent child soon as the slug hit Thug shit, wild like Geronimo Pratt Ill disarm you and stand right in front of your gat Yeah for real though niccas can !! with my piece see Its real tho you can get clapped back to BC We burn cali in QB, hashy, team be Steady extremely....islamic Atomic, rip mics like Prophet Muhhamad More or less, my war techs tear your chest Hot slugs have you dripping from chest to Gortex You small minded, you can't fuck with my degrees Leukemia heads, smoked to many trees Brace yourself before you get yourself laced Fucking with the sick arabic scarface Iron sheik, still creep, wrapped in turban Laptops in the headrest, black suburban [Hook x2]