Method Man
Tical 2000: Judgement Day
Killin' Fields
Good news hip hoppers
The big alert has been called off
It turns out that the early reports were wrong, all wrong
Now for that Clan out there that had such a tough time getting home
Sorry about that
I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song
[Method Man]
Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works
Somethin gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse
Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts
I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd feet first
Meant it when I said it
Lung's bring the pain son without the anesthetic
Make em look pathetic, needin help from paramedic
Hott with the Nikkel, bust back, take em witchu
Survival of the fittest and the world out to get us
I feel it in my bones
I can feel it in my testosterone when it's on
Stat bring it back, hard rap for your pussycat
Cognac, off the meat rack, where the pussy at?
Johnny got these niggaz mad at they mommy
Jumpin on my hard salami, say what you like
In the heat of the night, I crash individuals
Splash on the mic airtight with the lyrical
Chorus:
Nigga run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it and be done with it
Welcome to the killin fields with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger boogie niggaz goin through changes
It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend
Of herbs and spices on mic devices murder men
Make em mices I recommend somethin that's priceless
For you rap hooligans claimin you nicest
Call it what you like kid
You can even call a psychic for all I care
Still ain't got a prayer
Amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini
Word to Bad Bird that fucked nerds in bikinis
Observer, lyrical flurs, you bein served from the gizzard
Pluckin your nerves with nouns and verbs
From the ghetto to the suburbs I must be heard
Niggaz get what niggaz deserve
You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group or solo
Bloody up my next promo
With the blood of the next bozo, clown-ass niggaz be loco
Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa
Chorus
Yo yo shit be hot in the kettle pot
Twisted metal, bust shots til the beef settle, forget me not
City nights get a nigga hype, scarlet lights
In the back, now we poltergeist, ghost
Tell em who the number one rap host, huh
Verbal overdose leave em comatose, huh
The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hott Nikkel
Bust back and take em witchu, eye for eye
Never lie, crossin my heart, hopin you die
Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired
I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that
They need gats, cockin heat back, be out like Freejack
The heat's on, you think 1-8 and Johnny's blamed
Who that nigga burn biscuits and spit flame
Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches
That only want me for my riches, I know your steez
Terror fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees
From this ravenous, MCs be yappin
Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jam's that's close captioned
For hearing impaired to get a share, now what's happenin
Money to share, that's why we here
And y'all actin like we can't eat like y'all eat
Now we scrappin out in the street
I know your crew's hardheaded muthafuckers
And I'm just like you
Chorus
I been in the ghetto all my life
I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse, youknowhatI'msayin?
That's for life nigga, you know? Til death do us part
Stay tuned hip hoppers, stay tuned...
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