Where Ya At - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Big Punisher]

A-yo, it's finally done, the two nicest niggas unite as one

Collide the sun with the moon — BOOM! I leave you blinded from

My full of clips, hawk the world into hell when a bullet spit

Crucifix myself to the sun, now who you with?

Enter my world of doom, consume fear and feel the panic

I ram a lightning bolt between the earth and the moon and curl the planets

I'm pan-Atlantic with lyrics spannin' for galaxies

Battle me, mathematically, I'm givin' your wisdom a cavity

Rapidly flowin', controllin' the time

Flip over the line, I'm blowin' your mind with 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, with 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 novice niggas that try to get us with garbage lyrics

My style delivers outside the Outer Limits

I'm like the pyramids 'cause every point is precise

Now you know me for life, Six Pun, Cuban flooded wit ice

[Chorus: Big Pun & (Milano)]

If I ain't home wit' my fam (Where you at!?)

Stash crib, cuttin' grams (Where you at!?)

I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', hold that!

If I ain't deep in some ass (Where you at!?)

I'm in the jeep wit' the stash (Where you at!?)

I'm wit' my niggas and we're rollin' and controllin', baby!

[Verse 2: Milano]

Yo, I camel-clutch mics, a truce gahzuntite

Guess I'm allergic when shit ain't done right

You spread disease while the vaccine is what I write

Couldn't avoid this, sit tight

All aboard ship, on my voy-age

Purple Explorers, seven warriors my aura

You tied a ? and boredom, Milan bring more than offer

High exalted, boned a Lazarus sculpture

You penny-weight style

While my piece alone around three pounds

I had to serve nerds, and throw it down, stuck for a reason

Laid up a whole season, pen and pad style

Honeymooners like Jack Gleason

Blessin' the whole reason

Until my niggas maxed out, hold the axe out

Whoever front, saw the procedure

All you thugs now wit misdemeanors

I seen y'all in clubs, poppin' Zima

Fake minks wit' ninety-percent of it beaver

Thought y'all was killin' 'em?

I play the back wit' two dime Brazilians

Cogniac and ice buckets, puttin' a slight chill to them

Rock platinum like I sold a million

Trapped on my island like Gilligan

Really, Manhattan niggas here, you gotta feel 'em

It ain't hard, sent to Parkwest Hall

Straight up the Malcom Boulevard

Wit' no bars, I write scriptures

Me on beats is a fatal attraction when I give you the business

Caught a throat virus for spittin' sick shit

Got niggas wildin; like "Who is this?"