Method Man
Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Grid Iron Rap
[Streetlife]
I Silver Surf the city circuits
Forever lurkin on the street surface
I spit blood for blood verses
Clansman divided, we still stand, conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus your headcam zoom in with radio tune in
I know you're listenin so I keep showin and provin
Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine
Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk, let the gun spark on the streets of New York
I Shaolin strut through the city asphault (fed up)
Hold your head up, I'm circlin the block, keep your eyes up
Wise up before you get sized up (tied up)
Play no games, speakin on my name
You catch a clipful from close range
Diggin in your pocket, take the loose change
[Method Man]
Put the data in your mainframe
You want it all I want the same thang
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin changed
Leave the same way I came
Bringin muthafuckin pain
[Streetlife]
Killa Hill Projects, high tech street intellect
Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check
[Method Man]
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes, y'all niggas goin down
Yo, eat shit and die slow, battle ground
No survival, you goin down
Y'all niggaz fuck around
Shittin where you sleepin
So my rhyme proposal came indecent
Beef from the butcher sink your teeth in
[Streetlife]
Fuck what you believe in, you real fake
Fishin in the same lake
Eatin off the same cake you blowface
[Method Man]
Who got that ready cooked synthetic look, actin crook
Bet he shook worm tryin to shake the hook
As the world turn
Nigga burn, once again it's super sperm
Rub it in your skin like it's Lubriderm
Time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his una-alikeness
Knowledge is the jewel and it's priceless
Real like them Rahway lifers
Nothin but time on my hands
Observe the black sands in the hourglass
Fallin fast in this savage land, haulin ass, Days of Thunder
It's road rad, your days are numbered
What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (muthafucker)
[Streetlife]
This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow, but you don't hear me though
Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow
Ghettio slang pro, sling rap to cashflow
Keep it live from the intro until the outro
Killa Hill Projects, high tech street intellect
Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check
[Method Man]
Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound
Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin down
[Streetlife]
I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome
Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum
Forty five bar seminar, ghetto rap star
Slide like water rats through the Staten Resevoir
Swingin swords, cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards
Commercial cats fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards
Break laws, wire jaws, keep on tryin yours
Hardcore, somethin that my street niggaz is dyin for
[Method Man]
Snap your neck and the dopefiend, Gobol 13
Professionals we know things, say no more
Check my Dogs at the Resevoir
Gourmet special of the day is nigga souflee, pusher gotta pay
And the games people play
John Jay back around the way, fish filet
Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch, hit the replay
For dirt bomb niggaz in the PJ
To cling on, bring on the good times to key on
Hook rhymes that's beyond your thinkin
For eons I been here to shine on the black mind
Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga, ragtime
Bad sign, flatline
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