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!