Method Man
Tical 2000: Judgement Day
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, pit and the pendulum
Foul play, T2000 be judgement day
Face millenium, hell to pay
My knuckles soft from these star wars of Han Solo
Southpaw ring your bell like its Quasimodo, what is the law?
Stay hardcore, my Clan logo move too quik to catch a photo
Jettin on land like Jet Moto
Now we off on a conduit
These niggas actin like they been through it
As if they heart be the truest
I can't lose like Parker Lewis, set in my ways
Got you corny niggas askin who is Johnny Blaze
Get a late pass stankin ass, sucker ass
Now you sufferin like succotash
While Johnny Cash makin moves on your moneybags
I'm strict lovin, stickin hundreds in your honey ass
My brother's buggin in the background, holdin me down
Watchin these clowns as they eyeball
I pay it no mind, gettin high y'all
And as the sky fall, the night toll
Rap infected get the lysol to disinfect it
You don't know me or my f'in Method
That's the shit that made me tip
When I wrote a pitch how many catch it
Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill
Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nils
One more gain, hit me with that shit they be smokin
Got Cali niggas loc'in, New York niggas open
John Jay phenomenon, the megabomb
Transform in a firearm like Megatron
You get stepped on and shit upon, I'm still calm
Knowin brothers wanna do me harm
Shaolin what...
Y'all niggas make room for Deck, for real
We got love for those that got love for us
(Show your love, your best bet's to roll with us)
Now go to your room (and hang it up)
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