Method Man
Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Dangerous Grounds
[Method Man]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All the real live muthafuckin niggaz step up front right now
It's goin down
One love to Long Island, Hempstead in my heart baby
Shaolin What?!
Come on, come on, ha!
Dangerous ground
Tre-pound-seven, spit a round for my brethren
The clouds come down
War and peace, I take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief
And curse his first born, is this thing on?
Send em to the children of the corn, we the people
See niggaz through the eye of the needle
My lethal injection destroyin evil
Hot Nikkel (what) private eye one pistol
Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die
Said the spider to the fly "Could this one be tasty"
Like momma apple pie, goodness, Johnny Blaze be
On the job like Dick Tracy
Get the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D.
Symbolic thrill, the god he shocked it
Like a finger in a light socket
Too good to be forgotten
In the rotten apple I kick dirt on your sand castle
Check the flavor all natural
(Beat your feet)
Hot Nikson (E-mizer)
Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer)
Submerged in the word
Heavy headed verbal that smack you
Mentally disturb you, attack you
36 Chamb once again comin at you
Young gun got the body snatch you observe
Wise words you can only see through the third
Eyeball, way beyond the norm on the verb
To shine on, mental nourishment you can dine on
Track yellin at me "Get yo rhyme on God!"
Victory is hard, regardless to whom or what
They all human targets Allah
Runnin through your house and your block party, we wreck shotty
And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards
Couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy
Leave you mentally scarred, numb and possibly
Dumb, deaf and blind is it
I kick your spine out the battery backs fuckin with mine
Keep it movin
Now everybody just throw your hands in the- what the fuck?
Peace, who this?!
[Streetlife]
Mind detect mine
I P.L.O. the startin line
Deep Space Nine
Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs
Let's converse, snatch this apple and verse
Bodysurf on the verse head first
Peeped your feet, Big Street, beat you down with the heat
Leave you spazzed out, spittin out teeth, ain't nothin peace
Big boys don't destroy, blunt is so pop steroid
50-men convoy, Spencer wears the big toy
Rumble through the wasteland, right hand's on the silencer
40 caliber, city slicker, Staten Islander
Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate
Don't perpetrate, pass the blunt, let it circulate
Street politicians on a suicide mission
Crime vision, finger itchin from a scope view position
Dangerous ground
Tre-pound-seven, spit a round for my brethren
The clouds come down
[Method Man]
Keep your eyes open, love potion number nine
Poetry in motion, knowledge be the seventh sign
Scopin, conivin
Infiltrators most of mine
Play em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine
Push and get shoved, what the fuck cuz thinkin of
Comin in the club with that screwface actin up
Is we men or mice, bad moon risin
We wild for the night
Kill a skitzophrenic nigga twice cuzo
That's what happened
When frontin on the Shao borough
Island of Staten
We in here no fear (what what what what what)
Assault with intent
To kill your whole regiment is real
Startin with your president, duckin my dart gun, tear apart son
You don't want it then don't start none
Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly
Handle my B-I, camouflage like G.I.
Fat like Joe, a day in the life
Your money or your life, that's the life
Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle
Tryin to eat right another day, another hustle, hustle, hustle
Dangerous ground
Tre-pound-seven, spit a round for my brethren
The clouds come down
War and peace, I take it to the street
Land shark on my lawn, chop the thumbs off a thief
Muthafucker
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