Method Man
Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Cradle Rock
All the children come into the light
(There will be)
[Method Man and Left Eye]
Chorus:
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 MCs, fake shit and all
[Method Man]
On top it be the sho' shot, the bomb drops
After shot blow your bumbaclot to smithereens
Time stop, flyin guillotines comin for your flock
What you mean you spilled the beans ott?
Black out and thought I seen pop, lazer beam glock
What's a bird to a brother with a flock, what
They got some nerve to even try to shit a turd
On John J, flap a nigga gate with the wordplay
Hot Nikk shoot you with the gift, it's 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 rotten to the core, shackled
In the sound castle
The dungeon with vermin
In the form of MCs determined
To step foot on God soil
Not knowin that these eggheads come hard boiled
And heavy handed
The aliens they just landed and you in the way
Overthrow these niggas' planet, Independence Day
Felons get split melons, homicide
Bugged niggas get the bug repellent, insecticide
Johnny 5 take it worldwide
As long as I pledge allegiance to the darkside, I'll never die
Who you know with a flow like this?
Bring em in
What Clan you know blow like this?
Bring em in
Take that nigga
(There will be)
[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 mind control theory
(Mind control theory)
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)
[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 when I approach nigga
Go against the grain now
Understand the 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, troublesome
Send em all to kingdom come
Son 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, detonate the land mine
Funk gets me gold now, never sell, never sold
Live by the code now, never tell, never told
Darts I throw like Clyde with the finger roll
Clutch shots and what not
This is where the buck stops
Still can't eat and y'all still can't sleep
I elect myself as presidential MC
Wu-Tang Killa Bee, the beehive facility
In love with the blunt smoke even though its killin me
Bad vibes fillin me with thoughts of conspiracy
Whitewater scandals with Bill Clinton Hillary
Too hot to handle, too well put together to dismantle
Fucker, you heard
(There will be)
[Method Man]
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 me, you never know me
Boost the birdie
Me lick shots pon your melon, shots pon your head
Man if you test me it's the talents you gon get
Fire pon your head say me fire pon your chest
Man if you test yes you gon find tilly tech
Anybody bwoy come test me got the reach on me
Tech cock it and unload it pon your body-bye
Chest body-bwoy gon come test me got the reach on me
Tech cock it and unload it pon your body-bye
We of the only world
Chorus
[Left Eye]
Hey yo, 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 don't just happen
Gon fuck around a miss a buck
If you take away the negative, make room for the positve
That's addin and subtractin on the real
Niggas better 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, I'm on yo ass
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