Track selection by: Phenomenal P

Super Lyrical - Big Pun feat. Black Thought

Album: Capital Punishment (1998)

Producer: Rockwilder

Verse 3 (Black Thought of The Roots and Big Pun)

Ay-yo peace Roots east coast niggas reppin' the streets most

With heat, toast, and keep close more Phillies than Pete Rose

These dos, niggas that'll lift ya mentals

Lyrics'll twist your temples into pretzels

Like the "Triumph" instrumental

My instrumental's the Renaissance, no resem-ba-lance

To nothin' you come across, lyrical holocaust

The crowd pleaser emcees freeze then catch seizure

They praise the Lord of rap thesis, true believers

Just call me Baby Jesus 'cause lady niggas be praisin' me

Just for the way I blaze to be crazily, tape to CD lasery

It pays to be amazingly flavery

Daze 'em to my rhymes that basically hypnotize you occasionally

Occasionally as I focus on my next opus

The way it's all fucked up and emcees is hopeless

I leave your head wrecked as I erect scultpures

My thought's just a fortress, approach this ferocious up-closeness