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1. _ Jx-47
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2. _ Cake
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3. _ This Isn't Good
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4. _ Shnooze
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5. _ Dickface
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6. _ I Think I Turned 22
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7. _ Agents
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8. _ Apple Country
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9. _ Ecnegludni Fles Seeldnim
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10. _ I Hate Everyone
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11. _ Free As a Birdie
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12. _ Grab the Mic
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13. _ Tight [8-Bit] [Version]
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14. _ Dickface [Demo] [Demo Version]
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15. _ Bite Your Rhymes
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16. _ Bring the Pain
Lemme tell ya now
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental based on instrumental
Records, hey so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the king but niggaz is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, check it
Just how deep can shit get, get deeper then your fists
And brothers is mad pissed, accept it
In your cross colored clothes you crossed over
Now you're totally crossed out and Kriss Kross
Who da boss, niggaz get tossed to da side
And I'm the dark side I am the force of course
It's the Method Man from the Wu Tang Clan
I be hectic and comin' for that head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Niggaz want the ruckus? Yo bust it at me son, now bust it
Stylez I get buckwild Method Man on some shit
Fuckin' niggaz foul son, I'm sick
Insane crazy, Drivin' Miss Daisy
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine I'm Swayze
Is it real son, lemme know it's real son if its really
Real son, lemme know it's real
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
If it's really real
When I was a little stereo
I used to be the champion
I always wonder
When I will be the number one hey, hey, hey
And now you listen to me Darcon, Darcon
And all you niggaz come and test me, test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Brothers want to hang with the meth bring a rope
'Cause the only way you hang is by the neck
Nigga pump off a set comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
And it'll get even worse word to god it's the Wu
Comin' through takin' niggaz 'fore they're
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Move'n to your left
I came to represent and carve my name within your chest
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
Lovin' all those goddamn funky rhymes galore
Check it 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like propa
Rhymes be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka
No o.j. no, no straw
When you give it to me yeah, give it to me raw, I
Burn
Give it to me raw
I burn
Chest hairs
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real son, lemme know it's real son if its really
Real son, lemme know it's
1, 2, 3, 4
Kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Lemme know it's real.
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17. _ Tornado [Live At Cbgb]
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
You ain't no operator, so who the fuck are you then
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
If you don't hit those faders I won't ever stop
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
With a to the and a with a
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
You ain't no operator
You ain't no operator
I wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Pretty
Down, get down, gettin' down with my bad self
Get down, get down, gettin' down with my bad self
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
You stupid man, you try to get information
For what, for why, for this is not a resident
No, this is mine nigga, this is mine
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
I wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Pretty
Down, get down, gettin' down with my bad self
Get down, get down, gettin' down with my bad self
Get down
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint nigga
In an old school way
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint nigga
In an old school way
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18. _ Bring the Pain [New Wave] [Version]
Lemme tell you now
I came to bring the pain
Hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental based on instrumental records
Hey so I can write monumental methods
I'm not the king, but niggaz is decaf
I stick 'em for the cream, check it
Just how deep can shit get?
Get deeper than your fists
And brothers is mad
Pissed, accept it
In your cross color, clothes are crossed over
Now ya totally crossed out and Kriss kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to da side
And I'm the dark side of the force, of course
It's the method man from the Wu-tang Clan
I be hectic and comin' for that headpiece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Niggaz want the ruckus?
So bust it at me, son, now bust it
Styles, I get buck wild
Method man on some shit
Fuckin' niggaz, foul, son, I'm sick
Insane crazy, drivin' miss daisy
How the fuck am I? Now I got mine, I'm swayze
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's real
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
Load it up and kill one
If it's really real
When I was a little stereo
I used to be the champion
I always wonder when I will be the number one
And now you listen to me, Dacron Dacron
And all you niggaz come and test me? Test me
I'm gonna lick out your brains
Mothers wanna hang with the meth, bring the rope
'cause the only way you hang is by the neck, nigga, bump off a set
Comin' through all your projects
Take it as a threat or better yet, it is a promise
Comin' like a vet on some old Vietnam shit
You can bet your bottom dollar that I'm on it
And it'll get even worse
Word to God, it's the Wu
Comin' through, takin' niggaz 'fore they're gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Movin' to your left
I came to represent and carve my name within your chest
You can come test, realize it's no contest, son
I'm the gun who won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
Lovin' all those goddamn funky rhymes galore
Check it, 'cause I think not when it's hip hop like proper rhymes
Be the proof when I'm drinkin' ninety proof vodka
No OJ, no
No straw
When you give it to me, yeah, give it to me raw, I burn
Give it to me raw, I burn
Chest hair
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no ho, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real, son? Lemme know it's real, son
If it's really real, son, lemme know it's one, two, three, four
Kill one, fuck it up and kill one
Fuck it up and kill one
Lemme know it's real
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19. _ Tornado [Cassingle Version] [Version]
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
You ain't no operator, so who the fuck are you then
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
If you don't hit those faders I won't ever stop
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
With a to the and a with a
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
You ain't no operator
You ain't no operator
I wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Pretty
Down, get down, gettin' down with my bad self
Get down, get down, gettin' down with my bad self
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
You stupid man, you try to get information
For what, for why, for this is not a resident
No, this is mine nigga, this is mine
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
I sneak up and hit you like a fuckin' tornado
I wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Wanna be
Pretty
Down, get down, gettin' down with my bad self
Get down, get down, gettin' down with my bad self
Get down
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint nigga
In an old school way
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint nigga
Rock this joint nigga
In an old school way
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20. _ If Only I Didn't Want To F the Ones Who Didn't Want To F Me
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