Wu-Tang Forever [Disc 2]

Verse two: Method Man

There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceuticals
Stack like killa bees, the four devil tempt mad men
But not these, we profound hardcore sound
To MC's thumbs down, prepare
Killa bees it be warfare, this the year
Niggas gotta take you off of here, hold the square
If we go there we go gritty
And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor
My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs
The smell of fear makes my nostrils flair, truth or dare
Ask yourself can you compare, to these niggas in the hood
Johnny be good, or he be gone yeah
The struggle goes on, you've been warned
PLO from here to Lebanon, how many bombs
Must we drop in the 90 now
Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Methical

Verse three: RZA

Yo, it's common sense how I master my circumference, you dense
I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance
Can't be judge, young blacks bust back like scuds
Wu-Tang harvest one thousand nudges above
MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble
Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals
Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions
Wack MC's only lasted one season
The moral was lower to coral, adjective, pronouns
Had no style, yo, we put prose out
And the official, initial, is rule of zig-zag ziggular
All that other bullshit ain't permissable
Angable increase of the Wu-Tang manual
Handles two keyboard is true hip hop sit tangable
Unledgable, every egg ain't edible
My tracks remain unforgetable, like Ol' Nat Cole
Got to catch this paper to buy Sacquasier a glacier
Or a presidential sky scraper
Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia
Have freed the black man from the slave labor, Wu-Tang

Verse four: Masta Killa

The way of the fam is on the back and we can't fall
Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nothing
We came to punish the glutton with a substance
That can't be contained, Wu-Tang

Verse five: Method Man

Mother fuckers, we be seeing ya'll asses
When we walk up in the club, your all in the back
Scared to speak the speak cuz you scared
Punk mother fucker, we know what time it is

Interlude: Raekwon

All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right
It's like come on man, this nigga fucked up mother fuckin Whittaker
There, he caught Whittaker man
Ummm hmmm
He caught Whittaker
Mike got touched
Somebody gotta fight the Hole
Holyfield
Yeah, word up
Hey, Mikes, Mikes gonna forfeit this fight
He ain't fighting McDermit
Yeah?
He ain't fighting?
Nope, word
Son what he, what he, what he did
He told me he cut his eye, in sparring

Verse six: Ghostface Killah

Still adore our rap pressing, giving birth
To which Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it
M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens
Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the mens
Fix your short off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross
All you saw was white meet, skin hanging off
These is words from the arch bishop, some call him six up
The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor
Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
Slam dance, tarantula style, you's a fan of the
Monopoly king, Slavic poetry
Carnagie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory
MAC truck hitting soloist, soul controllers
Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift you holders

Outro: RZA

You know, cuz Wu-Tang is invincible
You know what I mean
It's Wu-Tang forever god (invincible)
You know what I'm saying
You gonna get down with that W
That's that Wu
That's that wisdom
You know what I'm saying
That's the wisdom for the universe
That's the truth on the large
For the the nation of the gods
You know what I'm saying
We breaking in through these days god
You know what I'm saying
We got the fucking way
We got the medicine for your sickness
Out here
You know what I mean
I was telling shorty that
Yo shorty, you don't even
Got to go to summer school
Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD
And you'll get all the education you need this year
You know what I mean
Fuck man, it's Wu-Tang Forever god
Niggas can't fuck with these lyrics god
You know what I'm saying
You know what I mean
(No, hell no)
Enough of this shit man
Beats, lyrics man, ya'll niggas
(You can't even understand half of this shit)
Nah (man, no)
I bet niggas ain't gonna figure it out
Till the year 2G
(Wax niggas ass for free or fee)
Word, you know what
The next Wu-Tang album ain't even
Coming out untill 2000
You know what I mean
That shits gonna come back with a comet
You hear, we gonna bring a comet
(Check for that shit in a millennium)
You know what I mean
So, yo, ya'll niggas man
(Be the ressurection)
Gods is here man
Born gods is here
(Born god)

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9. Song:   The M.G.M.
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan

[Raekwon and Ghostface]

Yo!
Up in da MGM coked up
[Ghostface]
Sike!
Six niggas walked in flashing dey gems peace
[Raekwon]
Aight!
One dark skinned nigga 56 inch rope wrapped around twice
[Ghostface]
Smash da Gilligan boat with ice.
[Raekwon]
They threw sign language
[Ghostface]
Ordered hot coffee wit a danish
Relax,
whispered dey rap entertainers
[Raekwon]
Had Lizzy on 2 Japanese birds wit furs look good kid
[Ghostface]
Laid back handle in da third
[Raekwon]
It's like round 3
[Ghostface]
We too black for BET
You memorize the 1 to 40
[Raekwon]
I'm at the 19th degree
If a civilized person doesn't
perform his duty
what shall be done?
[Ghostface]
Pardon me God dat nigga gotta gun, broke it out his sweatpants,
Check out his stance!
See da side of his grill?
[Raekwon]
Look like my cousin Lance.
Left hand rock a Guess watch
[Ghostface]
Yo I think I did his Clarks he wanted Cresh bone leather
wit the strings dark
[Raekwon]
Now I remember
[Ghostface]
He From Bear Mountain,
He and Mitch Green shot da fair one.
[Raekwon]
Near da water fountain.
[Ghostface]
Seventh round, Chavez bleedin' from his right ear,
Yo keep ya eye on dat same nigga from right here.
[Raekwon]
Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne,
Ghost had da fly Gucci mocks wit no socks on.
Seen Dieon Sanders in da back wit da phat fur on.
[Ghostface]
Workin dem hoes wit da fly Wu shirts on.
Mix drink session dun.
[Raekwon]
Pour me some more.
Chef leather down blinking at Chante Moore.
[Raekwon]
Tenth round Chavez tearing em down.
[Ghostface]
Sweet Pea get ya shit off
[Raekwon]
It 's like blacks against da Germans
[Ghostface]
Gettin hit off.
[Raekwon]
Smooth and dem walked in
[Ghostface]
Brownsville representin'
[Raekwon]
They sent a bottle ova autograhped blessin'
[Ghostface]
Chef pull out da doodle twist da dack pink noodles.
[Raekwon]
Yo I'm bout ta roll one
[Ghostface]
Matter fact twist two of those
[Raekwon]
Yo they wound up stopping da fight
still took a point away from Chavez
[Ghostface]
Rematch scheduled on October Ninth........
Rematch scheduled for October Ninth.

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10. Song:   Dog Shit
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan

*dogs barking*

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
All y'all bitches put your naps together
And all you niggaz put your dicks together, bitch

(Ol' Dirty starts singing)
Hoeeeee! Yah ha heh
De, hayyyy! Ah ha he hay
De, haaaaa! Errr hah hahhhr
Haaaaaaaah He hawww, heahh

She flew in like calm breeze
Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees
I went coconuts
Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut
Don't want it if it ain't no slut, bitch!
Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup
Don't invite me I tear the fuck down
White ones cut my toupee!
Seventh day rester, or scream play
I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass
Bullet him, get him fast
Bitch I don't break out, blast to the next rash
The dog piss on MC's like trees
Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese

(Ol' Dirty sings again)
Hoeeeeee!
Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you bitch ass niggaz
De, haaaaa And you bitch ass niggarettes
Bitch! Hoeeeeee! Motherfuckers!

[RZA] Let that bitch go!

Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH
the Ol' Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH
Bitch, you walk around with your bra too tight
It's alright, you still gon' get fucked tonight
Hoeeeeee!

[Method] Stankin ass hoes!

You're the type of bitch don't appreciate sheeeit
Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit
That pussy there, couldn't satisfy a hair
on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down
*SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha
Tossed salad, oh you in some shit now
Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones
in the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol' Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out
Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass
But pardon me bitch, as I shit on your grass
That means hoe, you been shit-ted on!
I'm not the first dog that's shitted on your lawn

(crazy drunken ass ODB singin again)

Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Hoe, ohhaowwohh!
Hoeeeee, de heyyyy
(This is dedicated to all y'all bitches)
De, haaaahhhh
Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Ahahaahaaah

Fuck y'all

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11. Song:   Duck Seazon
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan

[Raekwon the Chef]
Scrape ya'll mother fuckers
This is my word, when you see us
When you see us flashing and shining
And building and adding on
Ya'll niggas just watch it, hear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggas that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on

Yo, my team be belly aching
hungry niggas on the swarm again
Pirana niggas bite dick, yo son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to assist it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you son, it's logical
How you figure god, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
Now my proposal, it's the global
From California to courts, it's over god, so taste the tofu
Remember baggy jeans, the Timber-Lands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my wally's got messed up
Autograph presser what
Blast enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallians like Italians
La costra nostra
We moving through your hood like a poster
Flex this, lex and diamonds hold the settlement
So keep the bust the gun boo
Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on, the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floating in the S.E., now lets see
Half of ya'll niggas built your rhyme from my sess tree
Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo
Stay militant kid, push it like bolo
You fucking idiot, playing with my clan but you be fearing it
Face one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, ya'll niggaz money getting low
But did you come back, set up shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of ya'll, mostly inspired by ya'll
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga

[RZA]
You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nothing changed nigga
Still shame on a nigga, who tried to run game
Get virgin and perversions, fucking bitches with ?pergin?
Bugs watching niggas like the turgeon, it's the surgeon
Slugs still pounds when Bobby Steel's 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronacles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all the leaves, who lack tranquility
In your rap utility to fuck with the abilities
Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
Age of poems and poetry, old sloans
Explosive head bullets, black hooded
Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist
For your ice and curtains and vice
Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary *echo*
I need 18 points for my next joint
This high and mointed king, to make a deal
I be the one to appoint
Steve Ripken must have been sniffing
To catch something so dope, it left minor c-lits pussy dripping
I fuck hundreds of bitches, and split millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars
My life saga from the hildred of horor
Legal kid brown in Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Stand to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressment
But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest in
Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections

[Method Man]
This rhyme has no limitations, this time there's no hesitation
Collecting minds at the door
You want it niggas it's yours
The flavors raw, what the fuck you think I'm flowing for
It's rhyme and reason, bite the bullet
Niggas is foul in this duck season
We add odds till we even mother fucker
Bad asses, high times, lower classes
Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
Bring it to him, room service, under pressure
And mad nervous, waving guns at the clergy
Ticallion, we ain't worried
Keep them sick niggas seven-thirty
Picture this, watch the birdy
This bastards is rolling dirty
With sharp pins that be stabbing you
Pins and needles, needles and pins
Nuff said, dick in your mouth
Like pimp was bled, as I race track with thoroughbreds
Ducking the feds

[Ghostface]
Yo, my ice slow fly up on the keyboard son
Niggas ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords
That's right, exile the fake, hit them niggas like weight
Feed a fool, let the fake evaporate
Reconstruction, that's the whole science of mine
Production, ya'll niggas guess who stuck son
Left his meth son, switch, finger itch
Staring at you like a bitch, maybe ya'll niggas snitch
You's a loner, Adidas shell top with lye
Sipping Coronna, read the rev report then bone her
Buy you some jewels, here's some food
Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo
We in the mushrooms, chased the high neck in the custom
Baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs
Chill, ya'll niggas know what time it is
James Bond Beamers behind me, on Bacardi Lime and
Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan
He cought a slug for lying
Yeah you was lying, where's the cash, crying
Millition, rolling in position
Casablanca cuban link Christian
Lex the tally back whistling, fake fucks *echo*

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12. Song:   Hellz Wind Staff
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Street Life

(conversation continued from the end of Duck Seazon)

["The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang"

"Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard*

Verse One: Street Life

So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung
His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the ghettoes of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O.
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to teach one ("some...")
But eighty-five percent uncivilized content
No tolerance so a lifetime is spent
behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench
Killer instinct slave rap niggaz get lynched

*sounds of fighting*

Verse Two: Ghostface Killah

So yo break that nigga arm fast as a fuck
Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slow footed penguins, duckin from these
hot rocks that's flamin, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
Spraying cards ex-pionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
and a mink in, next album blood on Seth Abram
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel
Coke blunts hot as a FUCK swatted bamboo
high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the fuck out
on the regular for robbin a good nigga house
Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable
Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa

*sounds of fighting*

Verse Three: Inspectah Deck

Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous
Hit you close range with this madness
Unique design shine like a deep dish
The beat kick technique split all your weak shit
Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel
Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step through your section
with the Force like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture
Live performer, bit the mic sayanora
Borderline to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke

Verse Four: Method Man

We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
when it reach out and touch someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by association
Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice
commence when I throw these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody your matress ("some...")
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm goin in
Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction
blend like a million
All these niggaz want cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction
Once again, back on the block crumb snatchin
Blowin backs in cold
Blunted non-assassin, time for action, Johnny Unidas
Handle that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas

*swords clash*

Verse Five: RZA

Drown in problems the Heineken's imported from Holland
Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen, stone columns
get trapped by drum tracks mac loud as gun claps
Pen'll grab the death of a thousand dumb tacks
The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll
Soul edged blade controls your inner pole
The thick loop, fruit from the forbidden tree root
I stay secluded in the Chamber trainin new recruits
with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means
when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the block cause them blood to gush
From digital to analog, the Wu-Wear camoflogue
The entourage squad we stompin through Zanzibar
like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow
Connect the Book of Shaolin like the brothers I know Now Rule

Verse Six: Raekwon the Chef

Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleama
Lex graffiti name reamer, hold em we rollin
askin me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy that shit she passin off to me though
We wax Ajax niggaz with a axe, Maxamill
You could crash a meal, got you back steel
scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills
sit back eyein y'all niggaz out
Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out
Verb burgular, design the Wally shoe store reserve
a jet status, guidin these vert up on my matress
Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick
Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name
Stylin rich, RZA made the waves in one chain
Feelin mics like, wheelin a bike, slide like
step on his Klondike, get your dart right
We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke
Jury get snatched, magazine right on the low, fuck y'all cats

("Sometimes...")
*sounds of fighting*

"May you rot in hell!"
"Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!"

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12. Song:   Heaterz
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Cappadonna

[Raekwon]
Hang glide for my nigga Tical
Yo, word to God we run this whole shit Son (no doubt)
Right that's my word, guaranteed you're dealin with the invicible (no doubt)
That's my word, Persian legacy one time, one time
Check the science of the black man
Stationary niggaz, have fun on this right here
Yo Shorty cross your arms
Gonna rock niggaz to sleep this year

Blade thrower, sword swinga, killa bee ringer
Rocky road roll dark greener
Cream fademas, name your God Ukarema
Shout out Medina, federaloes Noxzema
Me jury cleaner, Million Man March screamers
Rae Cartegna, cut your joint Wolverine
The lonzina, wrapped around the wrist, law seen her
How I got that yo, threw out the macker named Gina
Bust a shot, seen her, it richocheted, tapped Tina
Now I'm out, lampin in Korea with Talima
We moseyin, sweatsuit Adidas, best believe
I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino
Yo Bobby Robby whattup, Max tried to follow me
Sadaan loungin, clean up collect, like the laundry
It's time yo swerve like the Nike line
Windbreaker Laker throw a jump shot scrape her
Statuary yo floatin that snatch-uary
Aiyyo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the dutch

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo this is MC wizardry, killa bee invasion
Men of respect, blessed with wisdom of the ages
My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements
are launched like lead projectiles, straight out the basement
I suplex your rap, left ruined like the Aztecs
Parasites, double edge dice your larynx
My hip-hop, swarmin team locked inside the detox
Under key flock, it's like b-block and E-glocks
you're ill, your trail end thoughts are frail
I strike the cypher, and let one survive to tell the tale
Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes
Knock em off like the big eights for takin up space
Never did fear em, stick em with the truth serum
Who sent em, arrest em before my charge is ended
Designated hitter flow swift the transistor
Kinetic globes light will then shine, burns your retina
Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster
Before and after, I be self lord and master

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I be the Ironside, get touched, with the chloride
Take walk with the Nine Finger bandits worldwide
Shaolin hillside, full of homicides
FUCK you dissastified the double dyed black brown I advise

[U-God]
Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kickout
Eyes dusty red but, naked with my dick out
I'm direct, pro to best, golden chest is blessed
Scarce chapter, snatcher basher went to fresh
It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich
You get buckshot, dumb be clapped, mummy wrapped and stitched
The Jeffrey Dahmer Nostradamus sing the song the strongest
Rude force bullethole straight through your chorus
Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut
A can of ass whoopin flurry shake, break you fucks
Struck, love crooks, why for lyin hooks
Chef cocaine cook, a marvelous book
This deathbent doctrine, paper for the youth
what remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth

[Cappadonna]
Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights
Fast life, females are trife, stay tight
I detect that parasite, satellite
RZA beat makes me wanna fight get hyped, come to do shows
My slang sound write secretary type
Backflip on the mic, I'm the poor black man
workin hard for the grand, I understand clear
Don't fear, peep my new gear it's different from yours
My style drop like jaws, you see me on tours
Don't you wait to say peace, the kid from the street
put my technology on the track, just then the core attack
Wu article CappaFive, CD attack
but my talk stage live killa beehive
Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts
Bring the gold dangle, never make me throw darts
Check out my arts, when I release my smarts
Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts

(sounds of shower + girl and man talkin' till fade)

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14. Song:   Black Shampoo
Artist: Wu-Tang Clan

[U-God]
Hard days of work
You had a hard day at work baby
I want you to sit down, relax
While I soak you in my mentals
Backrub style, watch this, yo, yo
Massage, peppermint oil, shampoo and pears
Cinnamin, aloe, natural for you hair
So lather the soap, coconut conditioning
Honey lather, blood flowing, love glistening
Motion lotion, breeze, over the ocean
Lovers, bath crystals, lovers bun scrubbers
Hot milk bath, steam shower rubbing
These will splash long loving in your oven
Make it off, break it off, till it gets soft
Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off
In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style
Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out
Brain message, think about pink
Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink
Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play
Back rub, count on, take me away
Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish
Come with me through all the damn madness
Night breeze at sea, sipping tea
You and your queen melodies, and trees, 85 degrees
Jet skis breeze
Scraping water on chocolate, butter scotch flowers
Vapor action, tropical sunshower
Baby powder, relax, feel for an hour
Sand suntan, snuggled up snug
Snowey days, fireplace, oriental rug
Thugs, lay on the couch, pull it out, perfect balance
Chemical stimuli, two tokes off the chalace
Complete silence, what surround us
Whats the finest, wrapped in cold sheets
Vanilla apple heat, loop played jazz music, coffee pillow sleeps
Breakfast in bed, early morning sun treats
Sunset level, suprise sunrises, hell
Lay on the couch, while I clip your toenails
Dreams of peaches and cream steam secret spells
Soft spoken gospel, Barry White acapell
Violin, good medicine, sound swell
Sunshine like, the right, without the hell
Taste sugar, wise storm steam stick
Slowdance drink, like nights over Egypt
Having, stabbing, calm chilling now we rolling
Company, ice cream licking now we holding
Gentle force, warm tingle of the golden
Open loose, ice cubes, kiss your belly
Alcohol, palm trees, peanut butter jelly
Almond twirl, fantastic melodies
Soon, taste these spoons
Wiping me with toon, fly wine, prize storm
Now it's high noon, rasberry spices
Cherry breath, drink from the mountain, sip the very best
Sounds of the shore, every winter is a war
Paradise life, recipe now pour
Musicness, model, gentle mental
Wash away your sorrow, fantasy Allah
Put the message in the bottle
Carry you through, the threshold, do my duty
Happy ending, go to rest Sleeping Beauty
Yo, this is that body shop shit
Love love slam
Edible underwear, champagne, bubble bath
Have your snack on that ass like that
Know what I mean?
Massaging these melodies
Put that gangsta shit on the shelf
Blow winds, blow, through your hair
Sea breeze sticks and shit
Right right

[Method Man]
When your around boo
Come and chop this mother fucking beat you stank ass trick