[Method Man]
You know
I'm through bein humbles
Tru Mas on the track
Like that you know?
Been in this rap game for like the past four bullets now, you know
Doin bids, yeah yeah
I done peeped a lot of cats come through
Courageous cats, stray cats, haha
Top cats with top hats, youknowI'msayin
But it all boils down to this, we talkin lyrics
Rhymes, line for line, numero uno
Who the best? I don't know
Check it
Flame on, I rain fire when Johnny storm
I'm shocking like livewire, you have been warned
I prolong this next Chamber to make it strong
And prove all them doubters wrong
Killin em softly with this song, addin on
Let them toes get they tag on
Dead men run no marathons
On my shift shootin that gift, knowin he snitched
On the telethon runnin his lips, sinkin the ship
Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him
And now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze him
Send him to his final restin
Back to the essence
Faces of death, the final lesson
Who got John Blaze shit, suckin my dick to get famous
So I switch blades to Dangerous
Welcome to my torture chambers, torture chambers
Where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me?
I know it's Def Jam but think clearly
I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me
Keep your enemies close and your heat closer
I slam just like my culture on all theories
Dead that, straight off the meat rack with this one
You get burned playin with Nikk-son, hot biscuit
Stand back, don't make me spit one and paint pictures
On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils
Iron Lung since I was young
And not knowin where the next meal was comin from
Been troublesome to all those posin a threat
If I go everybody gotta go next, y'all niggaz know
The code of the street soldier, I'm watchin time
And time watchin me colder, Grim Reaper
Breathin death on my shoulder
Waitin for the day to take me over, take me over
That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me
Still tryin to fuck my hoe, Johnny come latelys?
Got me in a world of shit and now I'm pissed
Mama said there'd be days like this
Tis the season for ducks and my pen's bleedin
Leavin kids barely breathin for sneak thievin
Famished from lack of eatin and lack of teachin
Banished from rhyme and reason for high treason
Can it be that the kid with the knock-knees
Got G to make a grown man cop plea for this track
I got a lovebug like Starsky, blow back
Until I drop Tical Part 3
Ain't no stoppin when you start me, John Jay
Pullin your card, mayday mayday
Niggaz owe they life to God and now it's payday
Take it how you wanna take it
Fully clothed or butt-naked
I learned the hard way, ain't nuttin sacred
In this world, time to face it
Johnny basic instinct, I'm sure to make it
While others fake it, fuck the spotlight
G-O-D already got light
Say what you like, just spell my name right
No doubt, this one goes out to all you trout-fish cake niggaz
Keep my dick up out your mouth