Method Man
Tical
Release Yo' Delf
[Blue Raspberry]
Chorus:
When I first stepped on the scene niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you right, tical, and it will never steer you wrong
All you bitch ass niggas in the industry
Your careers won't be lasting long
[Method Man]
Check it, I'm the fuckin man who they mention
Notice that other niggas rap styles is bogus
Doo doo, prepare for this verse, tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya cause I be that house over water
Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
Adventure, niggas need to touch they freakin picture
For the sickness that be spreadin with the quickness
Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to their memories
Emotion, rushin through your town street vicinity
Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity
(Ticaall ticaall tical tical)
As I keep it movin we keep it movin uh
Keep it movin and keep it movin uh
Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
Keep it movin we keep it huh HRARHH
What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
Party people gettin down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release yo delf!
My god, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
To blow a nigga up with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam understand
If he frontin on any man down with the Clan
I be comin for the headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope word to mother
Serial killa, style from big Isle
Of Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick
Niggas lookin all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo
That's all I can stands and I can't stands no mo
What is it? Niggas think they bigga
Because they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the tent when I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
Yah! If you don't want a burn from glock
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by who?
What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
Party people gettin down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release yo delf!
And keep it movin baby keep it movin
I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin baby we be movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin
Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo-RAHRH!
[Blue Raspberry]
Chorus
[Method Man]
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-tical
Let me hear you say stimuli
[Blue Raspberry]
Chorus
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