Termanology - Scandalous lyrics

[Intro] [Man talking] There's nothing familiar about the way they talk...or look. Or even the way they worship their creator. They may be American but they're....they're not like you at all [Woman talking] We made a wild and wonderful record for you [Man talking] We tell you all kinds of things to do and be and you can let your imagination go [Scratch Hook] "Recognize" - Mobb Deep 'Eyes May Shine (Remix)' "The real" - Big Pun 'Firewater "Who wan' to test the real scandalous?" - Big Pun 'Firewater' "Recognize, do I have to prove all the time? And get up close and personal in front of your eyes" - Mobb Deep 'Eyes May Shine (Remix)' "Recognize" "The real scandalous" "Who wan' to test the real scandalous?" "Recognize, do I have to prove all the time?" "When it come to money, dunn, I'm not the one to laugh with" - Big Pun 'Firewater' [Verse One: Termanology] You better recognize I don't give a f** about a record deal, I wreck you guys Plus I specialize in murking you out with special knives Tec's and nines, next in line Who wanna get it, I known to spit it with the best alive I murder stages and murder pages like murder cases Rip out your vertebrates and your brain with my dirty razors I went to thirty mages invaded 'em with my lasers Told 'em about it this independent gun that I'm blazing f** a record deal For the record I've been living wreckless I'll clutch your diamond necklace off your neck and I'll flex it Then I fled to the exit, I hope you catching the message I got a necklace the size of Tretch's just to wreck ya flesh with We straight scandalous, handing out brain damages Cats pulling banana clips Vast bullets and bandages The brain is Goya me patna now you wanna cop? Unless you cop Then it's 1-800-COP-SHOT [Scratch Hook] [Verse Two: Chris Rivers] Ain't nothing humorous Crucifix ya ludicrous movement I'm way too lucrative, I move with this translucent improvement Only the light can pa**, lightening fast By the time you can wipe ya a** Need to calculate infinity to fathom the mic's I grasp Your mind relapse Perhaps, from the way that I write these raps The attack I blaze each track with the force of a 1,000 stars collapsed Novas and quasars Soldier and eight bars Sixteen I'm Elohim, nebulous status, I make stars I stay charged Ripping the force out of black holes You don't get my space reference s** a corpse out an a**hole You dumb f** I guess you should've died as a tadpole But since you're here now, go hang yourself on a flagpole I'm joking I'm all about that peace and equality Preaching philosophy Word to law for reading astrology Leading this odyssey journey from the depths that I constantly turn in Democracy, logically and f** this economy [Scratch Hook]