Severe Punishment



I despise your killing, and raping

You're... despicable

(Are you, my judge?)

It's just... you should be punished

I'm going to chop off your arm, so you ready?



[U-God]

Yo, yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo

Check these high hats sting things movin through the rubbish

Party robust, rec room style for you brothers

Time's tickin, eruptments conduct

Entering one funk before the drum dry up

Dial, style, jab vocab slow

Alphabet run, construction voice might blow

Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model

For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle

Cut down, come with somethin that's round and profound

Blood brothers people of colors we get down

Watch this fly, force feed things being said

Nine diagram acid black evil red

Left his mic half a dangle, seriouser man

My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan

Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner

Night champion, old villain style seem a

Kiss a spider, to God saga why bother

Godfather talk drama, fly swatters



Number two, Chao San Poi



[GeniusGZA]

This Wu shit be hard to kill when full blown

Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome

Pro tools editin tracks that's rough

Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough

So we attack this, and grab all within reach

Throw a scrap back to niggaz, perfect your own speech

Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands

Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands

Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line

Reeled in and shipped through the pipeline

LPs delivered with style and potential

Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential

Order, revealin hidden tape recorders

Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura

-acapo