Live in Paris [DVD]

What you know about it?
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
A-what you know about it?
Yo, get it right from jump
Doc tapin on debate for months
I got zits on your face that can't wait to bump
Boogie Down to the point I barricade the Bronx
Papi spins the rhymes through your opti-lens, check it
It's five below, my brain is cold
Runny nose every time Doc exchange a blow
My street team snipe the block up like Rob Lowe
Bodega liquor store, I'm dead in the window
PPP symbol got FBI on lookout
Strip the dirty clothes, hit a 118 cookout
I woof out, son you better buckle in
I write the madness, got ink foamin' at the pen
I tear a ligament when I spit it in the wind
I got so much game I can Con Edison
Yeah chicken stand by for exposure
Shut your house down foreclosure ya in cold blood
(Yo cuz) Shut the power out in your house
Cut the phone put a sock in your mouth, let da monkey out
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Why all motherfuckers ain't ready
Is Redman in the house? (One time)
Form a line, jack ya, then pawn the shine
Stay there, runnin' with more kids than daycare
One shot prove it ain't nuttin' but weight here
When he lands flat I'm the minivan
With Lil' Cease, runnin' cities like Geechie Dan
When Richie Cunningham was O.P. I was low-key
Airing niggaz that was more square than my gold teeth
My appetite for destruction is to hustle
All the cottonmouth'll turnbuckle when I rustle
Mr. Tough Guy on the side, I fuck him up too
Slam him, when I bark I marked his Buchanan
Yo, New York niggaz in the house?
Yo yo yo.. is Jersey niggaz in the house?
Yo yo, I hold fort with a quart of Olde E from Newark
I tell lies under oath if it please the court
Supreme force, in the swamps with the green moss
Bug repellent suit, bustin' machines off
I'm deadly roamin with the forty-four blazin' in
No negotiator, yo not even Chris Sabien
can save your life Doc'll creep in the house
Yo cut the phones, put a sock in your mouth
Let da monkey out
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, hear me out
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Yo let da monkeys out
Show them fools what it's all about
Holla out, yo
Say, oooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Say, ooh ooh ahh ahh ahh, yo yo
Yo, haha, motherfuckin niggaz
Brick City comin' through
If you don't know this is Dr. Trevis
Ain't shit changed motherfucker
Pack your own heat, supply your own motherfuckin' ammo nigga
PPP comin' through, this is Dr. Trevis
Bitch asses

First.. there was the collapse of civilization
Anarchy, genocide, starvation
Then.. when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up
We got The Plague
The Living Death
Closing his icy grip around the whole planet
Then the rumors started
The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure
.. that would END the pestilence.. why?
I like the death
I *LIKE* the misery
I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!!

Space, The Final Frontier
These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL

As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, YES
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def'
Kids is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all get along?
See my pinkie, see my thumb
See that kid with the pawn shop gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum
Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into millennium
The name of this one is Judgement Day
No more BS, can't come out and play
Don't blame me, blame society
Type of chemistry for a live MC
Hands in the air like you just don't care
You all get a share, there's a party over here
Year two-thousand, keep bouncin
T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin
New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin
At the full moon howlin
Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills
Only time will reveal like the words in the song
Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel
Niggaz don't got to pay my bills
P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow
Plant the seed, let the garden grow
And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine
Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine
Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick
Bloodbath, body baths and shit
you-F-see fightin championships
G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip
Now you don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
c'mon.. I said c'mon..
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into millennium
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening, Mr. H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get down like that
Who want them test rocket launcher, YES
Mr. Meth, hold the fort, most def'
Kids is dead wrong, song's too long
Get swung on, can't we all get along?
See my pinkie, see my thumb
See that kid with the pawn shop gun?
Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb
Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum
Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square
Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA
Only one way, and that's my way
Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
(10) Ten let the countdown begin
(9) I was born in the mind
(8) Take the head of a snake
(7) Behold Armaggedeon
(6) Ain't no love for the rich
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into millennium

10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..
Step into millennium

Ten let the countdown begin
I was born in the mind
Take the head of a snake
Behold Armaggedeon
Ain't no love for the rich
Only strong will survive
Cause we live by the sword
Plus sixty degrees
For the black and the blue
For the sun..

Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day

Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
[Verse One: Method Man]
Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture
Closin down the sectar supreme neck protector
Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot
About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
But cheesy, Too many want to be hard be easy, is all in together
Going all not together it don't take much to please me
Still homes are never satisfy like the stones
We don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones
Protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan
Who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence
See'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home
TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out
Got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out
Time for some action, surfin the avenue
Mad at you, where I used to battle crews
Back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in
Got us bustin off these pistols
My niggas got issues...again, same song
Armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and I'm gone.

[Verse Two: Redman]
I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones
Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone
Don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown
Suckers break like Turbo
In no zone, when I, grab the broom
Moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark
Leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true)
Three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car
Right behind on the boss
Haters don't touch, weigh us both up
Now my neighbor doped up
Got the cable hooked up. All channels
Lift my shirt all Mammal
You ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos.
Sawed off shotgun
Hand on the pump, sippin on a forty
Smokin on a blunt
Bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaa

Yeah see'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped
La la la la, la la la laaaaaa

It's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all, pumpin' it yes y'all
D.O.C. on the system, we kick it fresh y'all
Lettin' the bass thump on and strong and hard for P-P-P
Engineerin' the cut is E Double E

Yo, it's the Diggy Diggy Doc y'all!
Yo, yo yo, when I hear a "Bass"

This goes out to my niggaz and why'all bitches
The Benz's, Range Rovers, and sixty-four switches
The C.I.A., Feds and even dogs sniffin'
I plant a bomb right by the bar when it starts kickin'
Doc stompin' ground, Brick City hound what?
Guerillas out the jungle get gritty now what?
I'm walkin' barefooted over loads of hot coal
Cuts from the snot-nose keep your barbershop closed
When it goes, Flex don't have to drop the bomb on it
I keep my speech, "Bleek", and my right mind on it
So when it's time, I'm heard in the streets
My mammal animal skin, excitin' all the birds in your Jeep
I'm crazy nigga, when I was young
I spread and shaved both legs to my babysitter
Ran into Bebe's Kids in a baby pickup
Shot up Toys are Us and robbed Kay-Bee nigga!
This is def poetry far beyond my control
Fuck your Teflon, be body-armed like the toll
Unload from my Girbauds and make it hot for homey
I puff so much of that green I bleed guacemole
It's like Shaq and Kobe, I beef for four quarters
Callin' veterinarians to get the doggs off ya
"Animals Attack, Part Four," people starin'
I'm not the type of Focker that'll go and meet your parents
I'm outside trick or treatin, fuck if my chick is cheatin'
I'm hungry as FUCK, and I hope you niggas sick of eatin'
It's like the fourth letter, tenth letter, third letter
Chickenhawk bird-getter, holla if you heard better
I got a chick with no-ass-a'tall
I fuck her for the love of that money, not basketball
And when my man comes home, and the Def Squad is back
Yo gimme that rap game we'll take charge of that

[Incomprehensible], wut up yo
This is the RZA, A.K.A. Buddah zig zag in tha law
I wanna run the Ultima Tical, the Prequel
Starring Wu Tang brotha numbah 1
The M E T H O D there

A.K.A. Johnny Blaze, A.K.A. Hot Nicks, The Iron Lung
Big John Studd, Johnny Storm, check it out yo
Our brother Meth is about to take you on some wuddah
And the unswarn chambers of the Wu Tang universe

So I want all my nigaz wit all my wizards
[Incomprehensible], big bag of rizza ticuriny and blizzards
And sit back as Johnny Blaze
Takes you on a ride to the upper side

Piece of the Wu Tang family
Ten years strong, forty for your albums sold
Platinum gold and the sagas continues

[Incomprehensible]

Alright let's do it