Method Man


Tical 2000: Judgement Day


Spazzola


[Method Man (Masta Killa)]
Uh (Deadly melody part two)
That's my word
It ain't safe no more, no more bitch

[Masta Killa]
Yo yo
Brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal
Hour of assassination be upon you
Movin with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot
Red the head in, devil ice set in
East remains hot with police
But I keep a lease for my 4-fifth automatic
Extended clip rewind, bust mine
Anytime you reveal your snakeish ways and actions
Observe the magnetic attraction

[Streetlife]
(And it's time for some grid)
Iron rap, action packed grudge match
Tough act to follow
Hard copy novel throw you off the Verrazano
We swimmin with these sharks
Yo I break body parts
Stamp my initial in your birthmark
P.L.O., plus you're like a calico, tally ho
Black expo, techs and afros, we back yo
Stole the mic, crash your wind pipe with the right device
Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shootout street lights

[Method Man]
Sight beyond sight
Late night, city life
Tight like a virgin
Mergin with my A-alike, splurgin
Dirty to the grain, no detergent
Filthy, innocent till I'm proven guilty
Submergin deeper in the lecture I'm servin
Truth or consequences, life or death sentence
I'm hurtin your person, I'm certain it's curtains

It ain't nothin like hip hop music
You like it cause you choose it
Most DJ's won't refuse it
A lot of sucker MC's misuse it
Don't think that Wu can lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This one is completely captures bass

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts
Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlar, 9 glocks
Technique your rhyme part machine gun ammo
Sporadic flow buckle the foe, intro to outro
Calico, throw verse, we slide my dough first
I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go beserk
From the Shao borough, wylin out on the furlow
Commando, style thorough, solo inferno
It burn slow, thermal nuclear degrees
Heads of underseas down to the youngest seeds
Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze
Hundred G's for the garden, the fierce stampede
For the die cast, hit the mic like the iron palm blast
Equipped to perform the task
SI, NY and what, head or gut
The head rush will cause your cerebellum to bust

[Killa Sin]
We be the world's most fabulous
Hazardous to fuck with these ravenous
Killas get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets
Extravagent, jewel drop a helicopter high
Optic to the sky lines, philosophize
I got stocks to buy
Watch my pockets ride to the bottom bust
Confide, in God and Sin I trust
The villainous criminal minded killas rush
I intend to build a fort of fine men
Mastermind vying men
Navigate the globe then retire quick

[Raekwon]
Hey yo fluid rap bend through a black Veluga black act
Tackle that ghetto tabernacles throw it in your lap
Slang A-K, national, geographical, mathematical
Slide up in your work casual
Night air dog who wear it all, plus down to brawl
All a thousand with a bloody hand, flammable
Rap mayors who clap Himalayas pinky fingers
Everglades lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers
Sly-workin, network beserk, mad hurtin
Killin whales, fuckin up sales, crash Bloomingdales
This masked avenger, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo
Fuck y'all niggas, carve my ice through your beige window

Chorus

[Method Man]
Spazzola
SI, NY, 10304
Lock your doors, crack your jaws
Drop your draws
It's all day everyday with this rap souffle'
Muzak


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