 Tical 2000: Judgement Day » Тэксты [+ Дадаваць +] |
1. _ Spazzola
[Method] Uhh [M. Killa] Deadly Medley part two [Method] That's my word! It ain't safe no more... bitch! [Masta Killa] Yo, yo Brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be upon you Movin with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot Red the head in, dapple light centered East remains hot with police But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic Extended clip rewind, bust mine Anytime you reveal your snakeish ways and actions Observe the magnetic attraction [Method Man] And it's time for some grid... [Street Life] ...iron rap, action-packed grudge match Tough act to follow, hard copy novel Throw you off the Verrazano We swimmin with these sharks, yo I rate bodyguard Stamp my initial in your birthmark P.L.O., bust like a calico, tally hoe Black expo, Tecs in afros, we back yo It's Dolemite, crash your windpipe, with the mic device Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot out the street lights [Method Man] Sight beyond sight, late night, city light Tight like a virgin, mergin with my A-Alikes Splurgin, dirty to the grain, no detergent Filthy, innocent until I'm proven guilty Submergin, deeper in the lecture I'm servin Truth or consequences, life or death sentence I'm hurtin, your person, I'm certain, it's curtains Chorus: Method Man It ain't nuttin like hip-hop music You like it cause you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MC's misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of the game is rapture This one is complete, it captures bass [Inspektah Deck] Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlar, 9 Glocks Technique of rhyme pop machine gun ammo Sporadic flow buckled a foe, intro to outro Calico, throw verse, but slide my dough first I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go bezerk From the Shao' borough, whylin out on the furlow Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees Heads are underseas down to the youngest seeds Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze Hundred G's for the Garden, them fans stampede for the top cats, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast Equipped to perform the task S-I-N-Y, and what, head or gut The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust [Killa Sin] We be the world's most fabulous Hazardous, to fuck with these ravenous Killers get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets Extravagant, je-wel drop a helicopter high Up into the sky, lines philosiphize, I got stocks to buy Watch my pockets rise, to the bottom bust confide in God In Sin I trust, the villianous, criminal minded killers rust I intend to build and fortify in men Mastermind rhymin, navigate the globe then retire quick [Raekwon] Aiyyo fluid rap bend through it black, buluga black Ac' Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap Slang A-K, national, geographical Mathematical, slide up in your work casual Nike Air Dog, who wear it all, plus down to brawl All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable Rap mayors, who clap Himalayas pinky fingers Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers Sly-workin, network bezerk, mad hurtin Killer whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomingdales Masqevendo, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo Fuck y'all niggaz carve my ice through your Benz window *door creaking open* *gunshots followed by a car alarm* Chorus [Method Man] Uhh.. Spazz-Ola.. (Spazz-Ola) S-I-N-Y 10304 Lock your doors Crack your jaws Drop your drawers It's all day everyday with this rap souflee more free lyrics |
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2. _ Sweet Love (skit)
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3. _ Suspect Chin Music
[Method Man] Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas send niggas back to go, try again niggas all hail me, the good the bag the ugily the money's around your way, lovely where for art thou Meth-tical god-child I pack a smile like crocidile profile can't hold it down? oh the shit gon' hit the fan now spin around let your whole crown man down, man down [Street Life] I live by the street code never old never love a hoe, never flash the dough cause you never know who friend or foe got block control solid gold thought before the blow lets stroll through the ghetto habitat with no parole never snitch switch which keep a fresh pair of kicks split the tongue snatch the weed in case the cops wanna strip search think first prepare for the worst when you do dirt remember there's a million other niggas with the same thirst [Method Man] No doubt dummy out bets pull the money out niggas walk a funny route this is what its all about? young guns and dum-dums slum bums and sons askin' niggas where they come from get him for his one, um sunshine, its crunch time stranded on the front line ducking from the one-time niggas on the run, where the cameras can't come, ha make this one the anthem ring around the rosie pocket full of Grants, uh [Street Life] Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug tattoos and hard screws don't make you thug sucker for love catch a slug, nigga [Method Man] Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas send niggas back to go, try again niggas shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow [Street Life] Carry your eyes and avoid spots cellblocks rap blow you for your slide(?) time what you got's mine we can take it to the yellow lines and we can pull nine whether the rhyme or the crime I'ma still shine heavy on the street talk cut your life support short never had no love for you so there is no love lost strictly enforced by the street stories get double crossed hands off I run with the torch [Method Man] They got me fed up from the head up put up or shut up on stage in them shiny get-up these niggas is funny energizer bunny actors they hustle backwards son I think they gay rappers say word, drop some stature dog splash ya, party crash ya the spell casta heard the same before and after its over flood get your brain end the game, done its over end of the line out of time bitch its over on the wrong street with no heat he was sober we soldiers somebody should've told ya [Street Life] Million dollar ice on your wrist don't make you thug cause a bitch is sucking your dick on your skit you ain't thug bandanas and bad grammer don't make you thug sucker for love catching slugs nigga [Method Man] Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas send niggas back to go, try again niggas shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow Suspect chin niggas, no win niggas send niggas back to go, try again niggas shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow shotgun slammin' in your chestpeice, blaow [Street Life] With the W burning through your flesh verbally possesed never second guess blow minds like David Koresh fuck a vest you need a gun to protect your assets deep in the aztecs break out before the sun set street wars gimme yours crime is what I live for got rhymes galore next time its at the wu store if you sleep late, next date is at the cest gate all you sober mcs, I leave y'all niggas half-baked [Method Man] Microphone is in a choke hold losin' control bringing drama by the boatload it takes drama in the pillage now of cappadonna my split persona hit their village and their baby mama y'all niggas playing with this money while we stay hungry and kept it pudgy it won't make me have to crash, dummy before its over you should keep your chain tucked in and should never run your mouth with a suspect chin now lay it down [Street Life] Just because you wild in the clup you ain't thug sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug tattoos and hard screws you ain't thug real thugs runnin' with hate and smash love more free lyrics |
4. _ Snuffed Out (Skit)
Word, yo, I loved you to death nigga
Word.. it's like til death do us part
Dedicated
Peace nigga now we must part kid
Yeah, fuck it, whateva
We used to be tight, now it's shoot on sight
Takin the ghetto right, slidin in your wife on a rainy night
Low budget nigga wanna act like, yousa killa in the spotlight
but never lived the life?
Throw the grilla in your mouthpiece, rock you to sleep
Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece
You survived my attempt to homicide
Tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side
This is how it's goin down, ain't no peace until you're gone
Play around, with your life playa you won't live long
Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like a young pawn
That's when I swarm on your street dreams you mor-on
Carry on, forty lead dons went through your Teflon
I remained calm, even though you straight passed through my left arm
I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode
Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe
Plus that click you run with, I heard y'all niggaz rub dicks
Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit
Seen the bitch in you, from the first day you came through
Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new
That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too
You went bubblin blue, it's dead on the avenue
I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house
So you could lay low, from your P.O., before you mashed out
Then you went the wrong route, that's why I threw my dick
in your girl's mouth
Get snuffed the fuck out, walk witcha guns out
I'll see you nigga!
Yeah, see you!
See you!
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5. _ Dooney Boy (skit)
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6. _ Shaolin What
[Method Man] I'm the bastard, the total package like Lex Luger Pull a sting like a yellow jacket, makin manuever through the slum nigga Iron Lung, ladies and gentlemen Welcome to my torture chamber, pit and the pendulum Foul play, T 2000 be "Judgement Day" Face millenium - hell to pay My knuckles soft from these Star Wars of Han Solo; southpaw Ring your bell like it's Quasimodo - what is the law? Stay hardcore my Clan logo, move to quik to catch a photo Jettin on land like Jet Moto Now we roll up on the conduit These niggaz actin like they been through it; as if they heart beat the truest I +Can't Lose+ like +Parker Lewis+, set in my ways Got you corny niggaz askin who is .. Johnny Blaze? Get a late pass stankin-ass (ha) sucker ass Now you sufferin like succotash (wha-what-what) while Johnny Cash makin moves on your moneybag, I'm strip clubbin Stickin hundreds in yo' honey ass; my brothers buggin in the background, holdin me down, watchin these clowns as they eyeball I pay it no mind - gettin high y'all Look at the scaffold, the night tall Rap infected get the Lysol, to disinfect it You don't know me or my effin Method That's the shit that made me ticked When I throw the pitch, how many catch it? Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill Port Richmond, Now Borne Jungle Nils One mo' gaen - hit me with that SHIT they be smokin Got Cali niggaz loc'n, New York niggaz open John Jay phenomenon, the mega-bomb Transformed into firearm (pow) like Megatron You get stepped on and shit upon, I'm still calm knowin brothers wanna do me harm - Shaolin what? (Shaolin what, huh?) {*breaking glass*} Y'all niggaz make room for daddy, for real (Holla if you hear me) We got love for those that got love for us (Show your lust; your best bet is to roll with us) Now go to your room (hang it up) more free lyrics |
7. _ Break Ups 2 Make Ups
[Method Man] You and I, 'til the day we die.. (day we die..) Yo, yo Ex-girlfriend, how you been? I see you still tryin to fuck with other women men, remember when I first met you in my cousin's house, a week later we was fuckin on your momma couch, now it's been said that big girls they don't cry, but they damn sure lie Look you in the eye, sayin you they only You and I, til the day we die, said you'd never leave me lonely, fly tenderoni but you phony Shoulda listened when my momma told me, soon as I turn my back you try to fuck my homies, that was then this is now I got a new friend, ever since I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me Add strife to my life, pussy that'll make me think twice about leavin the wife even, picture that You ain't want me when you had me, now you on your third baby daddy, and you hate to see a nigga happy So you tryin mad ways to trap me, lookin at my girl nasty Tryin to throw the pussy at me "Now look at this bitch over here tryin to act like me" "Uh-huh, fuck that bitch, she what wifey leftover" [D'Angelo] I'm still lovin you babe (8X) [Method Man] Yo yo It's always you and your crusty ass crew, be actin new Let me find out that you fuckin with Boo, and y'all gon' feel it Waitin for the day that you front, and catch a lump from my black butterfly, that don't pack a lullaby Sleep on her, she said you bitches tried to creep on her in the mall and didn't know she had the reach on her Pearl-handled twenty-two, my Boo She go ahead and walk her dogs, and represent Wu to the fullest, you and hon can shoot the fair one I'll bring the bullets, knowhatI'msayin? Stop playin You and them dyke lookin bitches Actin like y'all jumpin somethin, go 'head with that bullshit [D'Angelo] I'm still in love with babe (8X) [Method Man] Got tired of the games, the lies, the feeble alibis Now you fuckin with the next guy, a Thug Nigga Derelict be actin bugged nigga, show this nigga mad love but get no love nigga?? Stupid ass Plus I heard that he be beatin on you, I seen him at the club cheatin on you, witcha best friend, got you stressin And used up, pull your shoes up, all you need's affection but you're headed in the wrong direction Tryin to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas All up in my face actin overzealous Like you want somethin from Meth, I hope it ain't love girl Cause I ain't got none left for you, plus you miserable Misery Love Company, shit I'm livin comfortably, don't need no nigga huntin me down for fuckin round, with his kitty Talk to him, before my brother put a spark through him Won't be pretty, the situation got my whole attitude shitty And got you actin high saditty with your slut committee You know I know; so go find another sucker yo, I been there and been done that befo', and don't need it no mo' That's, my, word! So go to your own with that there, word up and tell that bighead nigga you run with that you was insane [D'Angelo] I'm still in love with babe (8X) more free lyrics |
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8. _ You Play Too Much (skit)
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9. _ C.e.outro
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10. _ Message From Penny
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11. _ Where's Method Man? (skit)
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12. _ Donald Trump (skit)
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13. _ Check Writer (skit)
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14. _ Dangerous Grounds
[Method Man]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now
It
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15. _ Snuffed Out
Word, yo, I loved you to death nigga Word.. it's like til death do us part Dedicated Peace nigga now we must part kid Yeah, fuck it, whateva We used to be tight, now it's shoot on sight Takin the ghetto right, slidin in your wife on a rainy night Low budget nigga wanna act like, yousa killa in the spotlight but never lived the life? Throw the grilla in your mouthpiece, rock you to sleep Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece You survived my attempt to homicide Tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side This is how it's goin down, ain't no peace until you're gone Play around, with your life playa you won't live long Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like a young pawn That's when I swarm on your street dreams you mor-on Carry on, forty lead dons went through your Teflon I remained calm, even though you straight passed through my left arm I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe Plus that click you run with, I heard y'all niggaz rub dicks Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit Seen the bitch in you, from the first day you came through Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too You went bubblin blue, it's dead on the avenue I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house So you could lay low, from your P.O., before you mashed out Then you went the wrong route, that's why I threw my dick in your girl's mouth Get snuffed the fuck out, walk witcha guns out I'll see you nigga! Yeah, see you! See you! more free lyrics |
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16. _ Judgement Day (intro)
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17. _ Elements
[Method Man] (There...there?) One more game Yo, uh huh uh huh Staar Surround sounder, blunt smokin, remy downer Hip-hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder You get skidawed, undertakin' undergrounders This lyricist, lounge with low, that be lounger Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours Is it all, fair in love with war Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature Low and these niggas love to hate ya Request the henney straight no chaser Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya Now gimme yours [Star] Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars (Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon (Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells My squad camoflauge your wealth Like the bible with parabels With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data That'll tickle you now, but sway you later [Method Man] On this one call me Lee Major Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic Still not a player, I just fuck alot the panty raider Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager Stankin' ass [Polite] Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple Chorus [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on Best to come with your best gun Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on [Star] Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets This raw rebel got more metal than pop And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores settled A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap Clowns are found flat, face down around the map Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine [Method Man] I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump Body in the trunk, stay in line punk, (Fucking with your mind?) [Polite] Yo You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you Never go against my team, they might embarrass you Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro Two choices, bass off or either die slow We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler [Method Man] Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin' Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin' Suckin' away from bustin' Yall brothers laugh now and cry later I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok Plus we got a problem with the Benz (What's the problem with the Benz) She want the six-hundred, but she aint got the ends Chorus [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on more free lyrics |
18. _ Torture
Through bein humbles Tru Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT y'know? Been in this rap game for like the past four bullets now, y'know? Doin bids, yea yea I done peeped a lotta cats come through Courageous cats, stray cats, haha Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI'msayin? But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics Rhymes, line for line, numero uno Who the best? I don't know Check it Flame on - I rain fire, when Johnny Storm I'm shocking like live wire - you have been warned I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong And prove all them doubters wrong Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him and now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em Send him to his final restin Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson Torture (3X) Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous So I switch blades to Dangerous Welcome to my torture chambers Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer I slam just like my culture on all theories Dead that - straight off the meat rack with this one You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit Stand back - don't make me spit one, and paint pictures On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome To all those posin a threat If I go, everybody gotta go next, y'all niggaz know The code of the street soldier, I'm watchin time And time watchin me colder, Grim Reaper Breathin death on my shoulder Waitin for the day to take me over (take me over) Torture (3X) Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me Still tryin to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys? Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm pissed Mama said there'd be days like this, tis the SeaZon for Ducks and my pen's bleedin Leavin' kids barely breathin for sneak-thievin Famished from lack of eatin and lack of teachin Banished from Rhyme & Reason for high treason, can it be That the kid with the knot knees Got G to make a grown man cop pleas, for this track I got a Lovebug like Starsky, blow back Until I drop Tical Part 3, ain't no stoppin when you start me, John Jay Pullin your card, mayday mayday Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked I learned the hard way - ain't nuttin sacred In this world - time to face it, Johnny Basic Instinct, I'm sure to make it While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light Say what you like, just spell my name right No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth Torture (3X) Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know more free lyrics |
19. _ Shaolin What?!?
(method man)
I'm the bastard the total package like lex luger
Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin manuevers
Through the slums nigga iron lung ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to my torture chamber pen and pendulum
Foul play year t2000 be judgement day
Face millenium hell to pay
My knuckles soft from the star wars of han solo
South paw ring your bell like its quasimodo what is the law?
Stay hardcore my clan logo move to quik to catch a photo
Jettin on land like jet moto now we lord on the conduit?
These niggaz actin like they been through it
As if the hardcore to the truest
I can't lose like parker lewis
Set in my ways..
Got you corny niggaz askin who is .. johnny blaze
Get a late pass stinkin ass sucker ass
Now you sufferin like succotash
While johnny cash is makin moves on your moneybags
Im strict love stickin hundreds in your honeys ass
My verbal bucket in the background
Holdin me down watching these clowns
As they eyeballin all day in the mind
Gettin high y'all
Put it on the skyfold the nite troll
Rap infected get the lysol to disinfect it
You don't know me or my fuckin method
That's the shit that made me tip
When i wrote a pitch how many leech it
Stapleton, the wild west park hill
Now borne jungle nils one more game hit me with
That shit they be smokin..
Got cali niggaz loc'in new york niggaz open
John hay phenomenon the megabomb
Transformed in a firearm like megatron
Youget stepped on and shit upon, i'ma stay calm
Knowin brothers wanna do me harm
Shaolin whylen what .. punks
(breaking glass)
We got love for those who got love for us
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20. _ Big Dogs
Check it, check it out (8X in background) [E-Dub] Uh-huh, yeah yeah.. ahh yeah word up [Meth] Yo, yo-yo [E-Dub] Uhh.. [Red] Yo, yo, yo! [E-Dub] Redman.. ahh yo, Iron Lung [Red] Yo-yo-yo, yo.. Yo-yo, yo-yo [E-Dub] Word, E-Dub uhh, word.. yo [Redman] Call us Guerillas of the Mist, raunchy vocalists (Your code name) Doc What's your name? (Hot Nix) (Who them slick kids puffin that shit holdin they dicks?) Yo them same two, drivin your whip, fuckin your bitch (Hold me down son!) Yo, I hold you down with the pound (You got a lot of BISCUITS?) Aiyyo but where they at now? [Method Man] Diggy down down we Resevoir Dogs, you puppy chow-chow Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin it now-now (Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the Mad Cow) Disease (we set to load) cocks and squeeze (Boo-yah!) We too hard to hold off (One arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov) When I dip-dip-diva (diva) the anti-socializa (liza) Everything be ice cream, observe the frusen-gladje [Redman] We rock ya, knock ya fuckin whole team off the roster Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor) "..funk with the Big Dogs" (4X) [Method Man] Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uhh) Ghost stories by the campfire (uhh) We night breed (VAM-PIRE!) Be duckin from the head rushin (uhh) Wu-Tang production (uhh) Percussions bringin repercussions (uhh) I hold my mike sideways BUSTIN Another one bites the dust and (uhh) cardiac arrest clutchin (uhh) your chest suckin (uhh) your last breath, M-R, period, Meth Niggaz, dyin from papercuts, BLEEDIN TO DEATH Down these mean streets Johnny Quest (uhh) From ASCAP to NASDAQ, get that money sack (uhh) These habitats ain't no place to raise a FAMILY AT These alley cats (ha) be at war with these dirty rats (uhh) So watch your back when you come to the slums There ain't nowhere to RUN from the Iron Lizard Lung (uhh) Phasers on stun - I be givin it to Son My plate spares no one, "Miuzi Weighs a Ton" [E-Dub] Word up, Meth yo "..funk with the Big Dogs" (4X) [E-Dub] Yeah, uh-huh, yeah Check it, check it out (2X) "..funk with the Big Dogs" [E-Dub] Yeah Dynamic Duo, uhh [Redman] 'Pon cock, the Don Juan Doc Send crews back to the shoeshine box, connect the dots My description, black male, yellowed and mellow I make it hard for MC's to run neck and elbow with D-O, penal code, Deebo knows to duck when he hear the bike, wit the squeaky clutch Swallow this hard act to follow You could parachute off my slang and use my, rhymes to toggle I'm tense, so smooth I can't be fingerprinted I stomp harder in slow motion.. den, den-den-den Yo, fuck your applaud, bitches still rush me like they rushed the store before Soul Train Awards Incorporate a law, whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped by Jamal with the Wu sword (whoooo-eeeee!) My crew specialize in, snakin your bitch Robbin you, while you on the floor, shakin and shit I'm doin me now do you (Yo, who you?) Doc I bomb shit til the Conflict's Crucial, I be the black "El Nino," I mean yo, I'm supreme like the team show witcha paid yo' cream fo' (To see us sit down?) Yo, nah we get the fuck up (And leave the one you wit) Then take her from Usher That's right, six-double-oh with chrome pipes U.S. Marshal's, out to pen us up like Snipes (Throw it in drive) Fuck takin me and Meth alive! (Aiyyo you lick that a-way) You lick out the other side! [E-Dub] Ohh, yeah yeah more free lyrics |
21. _ Shaolin What (Skit)
(Method Man)
I'm the bastard the total package like Lex Luger
Pull a sting like a yellow jacket makin manuevers
through the slums nigga Iron Lung ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to my torture chamber pen and pendulum
Foul play year T2000 be judgement day
Face millenium hell to pay
My knuckles soft from the star wars of han solo
South paw ring your bell like its quasimodo what is the law?
Stay hardcore my clan logo move to quik to catch a photo
Jettin on land like jet moto now we lord on the conduit?
These niggaz actin like they been through it
As if the hardcore to the truest
I Can't Lose like Parker Lewis
Set in my ways..
got you corny niggaz askin who is .. JOHNNY BLAZE
Get a late pass stinkin ass sucker ass
Now you sufferin like succotash
while Johnny Cash is makin moves on your moneybags
im strict love stickin hundreds in your honeys ass
my verbal bucket in the background
holdin me down watching these clowns
as they eyeballin all day in the mind
Gettin high y'all
Put it on the skyfold the nite troll
Rap infected get the LYSOL to disinfect it
You don't know me or my fuckin Method
That's the shit that made me tip
when I wrote a pitch how many leech it
Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill
Now Borne jungle nils one more game hit me with
that shit they be smokin..
got cali niggaz loc'in new york niggaz open
John Hay phenomenon the megabomb
Transformed in a firearm like Megatron
Youget stepped on and shit upon, I'ma stay calm
knowin brothers wanna do me harm
Shaolin whylen what .. punks
(breaking glass)
we got love for those who got love for us
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22. _ Step By Step
[Method Man] This goes out to all the big head niggaz And all them big head bitches You know my steez-o Yo, yo, yo, yo Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic So you can't see the topic, condition combo Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween the hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback is when I condemn men, to purgatory Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner Blood stain on my track record, top gunner Chorus: Method Man You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her ("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit [Method Man] Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender No retreat no surrender, head trauma Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session With I'mmaculate Conception, hit yo' section with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit E Double up dammit, Iron Lung flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know It's time that I take advantage, take command yo Cops caught me red-handed Blood On the Dance Floor or was it Michael Jackson Fuck it, time for some action Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening Chorus 2X [Method Man] Before she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin Automate and keep it goin, right and exact Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan Jack Frost, leave em frozen Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision And split decision, tell your old folk and your children what I'm dealin Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers Chorus This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz And all them big head bitches All them big head bitches more free lyrics |
23. _ Retro Godfather
Come on (come on) Take it back (take it back) 70's style (style) I'll do, anything All y'all old school Studio 54ers That's, my, word! There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything That's, my, word! O.D.'n on this one fleein, all eyes seein Dominant supreme being, face the mental Deep concentration break the point on a pencil Keep my cliches out your dental, capiche? Shit that I been through is cause for parental discretions no question my Westside Connections L.A. Confidential, world don't stop 'less it's mental, Staten residentials, you wit it? Wu-Tang, Forever and a day, 'til I'm old and decayed I'm commited; look ma, we did it Top of the the world, tell it to my firstborn and my baby girl, did it my way, take the low ride on the highway, out the sunroof, yellin "Thank God it's Friday!" Show a nigga love If he got my sound pull the plug, he's not underground call him mud, when I flood the airwaves Household and stairways (rainy days) Waiting for these paydays, think not of the ends If I got twenty, my brother get ten Now let the madness begin motherfuckers! There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything.. There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. Yo, yo, yo! We got love for those with love for us Baby you can look but don't touch, I'm fried off the dust And plus, the only thing I trust is a fund Ain't no fun, just paranoid niggaz totin guns in apparel, keep us camouflaged in the shadows That's where I bring this tale that you never get to tattle Obliterate the tri-state, and the crime rate Tell them swine niggaz fly straight, you can call it fate And if it ain't mine, call it fake, bottom line End the case, spoonfeed the track just a taste of the side dish, soup of the day, I come Wright like N'Bushe for them Dead Presidents Fuck what you say, and he say, and she say, and they say Vacate the premises, caught up in the melee Sentence this song, to twenty-five years hard labor in the system, where it takes the form of my wisdom Respect mine, take my time and protect nine Next on the frontline, Mr. Meth No more no less, what you see is what your ass get Set it off I suggest There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. anything.. There's nothing in the world that I won't do I'll give my world to you, if you want me to I'll do, anything.. anything.. anything.. Not a problem that I can't fix Cause I can do it, in the mix Not a problem that I can't fix Cause I can do it, in the mix more free lyrics |
24. _ Perfect World
[Dialogue] First, they dropped the bomb Then came the disease Then death This our world Your world, my world I like this world! Yo, on foreign land keep your toast up, hot rocks Catch a close up your snot box, broke up Land shark, tryin to post up, reptiles Trying to throw cub with crooked smiles Take your kindness for weakness, yhey foul New York niggas be lovin how the gun talk, POW! Another underboss pull a doublecross Niggas ain't ready for the holocaust here and now Want them games people play, catch these bullets over Broadway Twenty-five to life up in Rahway get caught Look deep into the black thought, a holy war is being fought on Allah's court, my perfect world (if you will) Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams Homicide scene, perfect world By any means get cream Just don't let it come between you and I, seen Everything is everything in this three ringed, circus Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord with devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours Heard when it rains, it pours I came to bring the pain once more (once more) Pedal to the floor, peep the Jim Crow law The Big Apple, rotten to the core These niggaz want war? (GIVE EM WAR) They schemin and I-Beam'n Hitmen like cryin freeman, they need cleanin Keep it comin til they all runnin, screamin, bloody murder At war with them inner demons, it's goin down Invasion, U.S.A., spittin rounds If these shells hit the battleground, pave the way for birth of a Generation, X Spoken with a project dialect, bomb threat to the air waves, hit the deck Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine Got love for my family, cause they mine See niggaz dying in the streets over petty crimes We gonna eat, or die tryin, got my mind made up Young buck, just don't give a fuck, pressin they luck When they best, best to give it up, perfect world Baby what? Nigga head or gut, them or us Welcome to the dark ages, dirty pages Of filth, fine filth flavors Dust to dust, and ashes to ashes, life flashes Right before his eyes, then he passes While the 666 got more tricks Than the PD's got bricks From bloods and crips To pips with mints We still lickin the scars from whips on slave ships Mr. Sandman, bring 'em a dream, infa-red light beams Homicide scene, perfect world By any means get cream Just don't let it come between you and I, seen Everything is everything in this three ringed, circus Peoples is swift, tryin to work us, lord with devil worship and satanic verses It takes place in the world, perfect, mine and yours Uhh.. the children are the future And Wu-Tang is for the babies! more free lyrics |
25. _ Killin' Fields
{intro, some lady, whatEVA} {Method babbles for a bit about Wu affiliates} [Method Man] Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works Somethin gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd, feet first Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic Needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickel Bust back take em witchu, survival of the fittest and the world out to get us, I feel it in my bones I can feel it in my testosterone when it's on Stat' bring it back, hard rap for your pussycat Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at? Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy Jumpin on my hard salami, say what you like In the heat of the night, I crash individuals Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical Chorus: Nigga run with it, have fun with it Blow your gun with it, and be done with it Welcome to the killin field, where Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes [Method Man] It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend of herbs and spices on mic devices, murder men Make em mices I recommend, somethin that's priceless For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest Call it what you like kid.. you can even call a psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer amonst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini Word to Bad Bird that fucked nerds in bikinis Observer, lyrical flur's, you bein served from the gizzard, pluckin yo' nerves with nouns and verbs From the ghetto to the suburbs, I must be heard Niggaz get what niggaz deserve You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group or solo Bloody up my next promo with the blood of the next bozo, clown-ass niggaz be loco Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa Chorus [Method Man] Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettle pot Twisted metal bust shot til the beef settle, forget me not City nights get a nigga hype, scar of life Send em back now we Poltergeist, ghost, tell em who the number the one rap host? Huh? Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh? The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickel Bust back and take em witchu, eye for eye Never lie, crossin my heart, hopin you die Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that They need gats, cockin heat back, be out like Freejack The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed Who that nigga burn biscuits, and spit flame Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches that only want me for my riches, I know your steez Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees from this ravenous, MC's be yappin Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jam's that's close captioned for hearin impaired, to get a share, now what's happenin Money to share, that's why we here And y'all actin, like we can't eat, like y'all eat Now we scrappin, out in the street I know your crew's hardheaded motherfuckers and I'm just like you Chorus Welcome to the killin field, where Johnny Dangerous Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes I been in the ghetto all my life I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, yaknowhatI'msayin? That's for life nigga y'know? Til death do us part.. more free lyrics |
26. _ Cradle Rock
All the children come into the light... [Sample of "Bright Tomorrow"] There will be... Chorus/Intro: Left Eye and Method Man Rock a bye baby from the rooftop When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall Down will come emcees, fake shit and all! Verse One: Method Man On top I be the show shot The bomb drop After shot blow your bumba claat to smithereens Time stop, flyin' guillotines Commin for your flock What you mean you spilled the beans, ay? Black out and thought I seen pop Lazer beam glock Whats a bird to a brother with a flock, wha? They got some nerve To even try and shit a turd On John J, flap a nigga gate With the wordplay Hot Nik shoot you with the gift Its your birthday God hatin' ugly in the worst way Fuck 'em like the Earth say From first day I survey the hassle Death knockin at your door In the Big Apple Meth rotton to the core Shackle, in the sound castle The doungeon, with vermin In the form of emcees determined To step foot on God soil Not knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled And heavy handed The aliens they just landed And you in the way Overthrow these niggas planet Independance Day Felons, get split melons Homicide buck niggas get the buck with pelets Insecticide Johnny 5 take it worldwide As long as I pledge aligence to the Dark Side I'll never die Who ya know with a flow like this? Bring em in What clan you know blow like this? Bring em in Take that nigga [that nigga...] [Sample] Hook One: Method Man [Left Eye] The sound of gun birth put the foul in this earth [foul in this earth] You can't fake plannin' from the ?Mack Control Theories? [Mack Control Theories] Murder in the first bring 'em back down to Earth [back down to Earth] You niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst! [prepare for the worst] Verse Two: Method Man Times gon change, nuttin will remain the same Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name Tuck your chain I approach nigga Go Against the Grain now ?Hit the standin' brain? now Die Hard fan call me John John McClain now Snake vs the Crane Style Death to the enemy, Wu brother number one The centipede, trouble some Send 'em all to Kingdom Come Sun still shine one Time for your crooked mind Drunk off of cheap wine Son I'm in the street crime Every word, every line Got juice very fine Turn me loose on mankind Detionate the land mine Funk gets me goin' now Never sell, never sold Live by the code now Never tell, never told Darts I throw Like Clyde with the finger roll Clut shots an what not This is where the buck stops Still can't eat and y'all still cant sleep I eat up my ?self? as presidential emcee Wu-Tang killa bee The bee high facility In love with the blunt smoke Even though its killin me Bad vibes fillin me With thoughts of conspiricy White Water scandals with Bill Clinton Hilary Too hot to handle Well put together to dismantle Fucka, you heard me? [Sample] Hook Two: Meth Excuse me as I kiss the sky Catch me when I fall son I'm too young to die Me and Lefty, that be the Eye come test me If you don't know, you never know me Boost the birdie [Interlude] Chorus Outro: Left Eye Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of self, that's mind body and spirit 120 degrees a piece We gon' break it down into simple terms That's nine nigga nine Highest level of change It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass waitin' for shit to just happen Shit just don't happen Gon' fuck around a miss a buck If you take away the negative, make room for the positve Thats addin' and subtractin' on the real Niggas betta learn they math Cause if my calculations serve me Correct I'ma fuck around and have all this shit I'm on yo ass nigga more free lyrics |
27. _ Party Crasher
Intro: club bouncer Aww shit... not these niggaz again! Aiyyo listen! I'm only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight If your man ain't on the guest list He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line And you know another motherfuckin thing? I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink in this motherfucker tonight I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here [Method Man] Uhh Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home Check it out uhh Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch Bouncin nigga lookin like he want war Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah Pattin me down like the law As I stumble in the party Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L and kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches? Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted Took another toke then I passed it, choke! Fantastic, herb ain't no joke Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses Got millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin passes Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm At last it's, time to step and make her mine Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids that won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban You know what this is... ("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God? Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.." "Yo don't touch my shit!") Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long before the sirens intervene, the terrotory Can't we all get along, without the ruckus Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench of a hell bent environment, the odds against us Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why? Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high, damn Monkey wrench they whole program, party over By that time I'm dead sober In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone You can tell that they was heat holders Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful About a step away now we critical, uhh As I boned out I heard the people shout NIGGAZ, yea cold turn the party out! Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh ( sirens ) more free lyrics |
28. _ Play IV Keeps
[Method Man] Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah One time.. yo Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared for when the pain come, this nigga scared, shook to death from a cold stare, stuntin, knowin my brothers fiend to do you somethin over here, we head huntin in the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us The last days, makin sure I get the last say In the food chain, is you predator or prey? If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way to get my point across, thoughts accelerate at the same speed, of the muder rate Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth [Street Life] Life's a snippet, one way ticket Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant Chorus One: all Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down [Inspectah Deck] I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban Link chain of command Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand My live team turn the club to a crime scene High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM Get your face blown, might face the chrome We take this more serious than just a poem [Havoc] I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent About the foul shit goin on in my life, current event It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill? Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still never follow beef hey beef follow me Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute Stash my dough secure the funds of profit [Prodigy] Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin your time Fuckin with my niggaz, extrordinary line swishin your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song Doin this for too long, to not come strong You're only a pawn of Viet Dong Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born Secluded on a distant farm This is the real world, where niggaz get shot and shanked Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck.. Chorus One Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready for a war here, fuck peace, what? Chorus One Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready for a war here, fuck peace, peace more free lyrics |
29. _ Judgement Day
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-X, 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 Stat' could 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 pump shot 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 millenium 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 U-F-C 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 millenium 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-X, 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 Stat' could 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 pump shot 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 millenium 10.. 9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. Step into millenium 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 more free lyrics |
30. _ Grid Iron Rap
[Streetlife] I Silver Surf the city circuits, forever lurkin on the street surface, I spit blood for blood verses Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land One man'll body slam Def Jam Focus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in I know you're listenin, so I keep showin and provin Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme Fuck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of New York I Shaolin Strut through the city asphault (FED UP!) Hold your head up, I'm circlin the block, keep your eyes up Wise up, before you get sized up (TIED UP!) Play no games, speakin on my name, you catch a clipful from close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change [Method Man] Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin changed Leave the same way I came, bringin motherfuckin pain [Streetlife] Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check [Method Man] Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin down Yo.. eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival you goin down, y'all niggaz fuck around Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme proposal came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in [Streetlife] Fuck what you believe in, you real fake, fishin in the same lake Eatin off the same cake you blowface [Method Man] Who got that ready-cooked, synthetic look, actin crook Betty-shook worm, tryin to shake the hook, as the world turn Nigga burn, once again the supersperm Rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm, time took to write this The war will be fought by the righteous who stand criticized, by his un-A*Alike-ness Knowledge is the jewel, and it's priceless Real like them Rahway Lifers, nuttin but time on my hands Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast in this savage land, haulin ass, Days of Thunder It's road rad, your days are numbered What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker) [Streetlife] This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow, but you don't hear me though Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow Ghett-io slang pro, sling rap to cashflow Keep it live from the intro until the outro Killa Hill Projects, high-tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check [Method Man] Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin down [Streetlife] My dick! (My dick!) I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum Forty-five bar seminar ghetto rap star Slide like water rats through the Staten Resevoir Swingin swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards Commercial cats, fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards Drape floors while you Jordan, keep on tryin yours Hardcore, somethin that my street niggaz is dyin for [Method Man] Snap your neck and the dopefiend, Gobol 13 Professionals we know things, say no more Check my Dogs at the Resevoir, gourmet special of the day is nigga souflee, pusher gotta pay And the games people play, John Jay back around the way Fish filet, Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggaz in the PJ to cling-on, bring-on, the good times, to key-on Hook rhymes that's be-yond, your thinkin, for eons I been here, to shine on the black mind Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga Ragtime, bad sign, flatline.. more free lyrics |
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