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Method Man
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Release yo' Delf
作词：Robert Diggs, Dino Fekaris, Frederick J. Perren, Clifford Smith
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like, they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry
Your careers won't be lastin' long
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like, they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry
Your careers won't be lastin' long
Check it, I'm the fuckin' man, who they mention
Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin' the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, 'cos I be that house over water
Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
Adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin' picture
For the sickness, that be spreadin' with the quickness
Remedies, cousin I be doin' on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion, rushin' through your down street vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
As I keep it movin', we keep it movin'
Keep it movin', and keep it movin'
Keep it movin' baby we be movin'
Keep it movin', we keep it
What's that rhythm? What's that sound?
Party people gettin' down, when it hit the baddest man
Just release, yo delf
My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my five fingers of death
I bring it to his whole damn fame, understand
If he frontin', on any man down with the clan
I be comin', for the headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial killer, style from Big Isle
No stat, my peoples are you with me, where you at?
Shit's gettin' deep in here, I mean like thick
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Niggaz lookin' all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flow
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
What is it? Niggaz think they bigger
'Cos they got the finger on the trigger of a pistol
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic
Then I add a snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the tent when I'm comin' to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
Yea, if you don't want a burn from the block
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by hoes
What's that rhythm? What's that sound?
Party people gettin' down, when it hit the baddest man
Just breathe in, till then and keep it movin', baby keep it movin'
I plan to keep it movin', you know we keep it movin'
And keep it movin', baby we be movin'
And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin'
And keep it movin', you know we keep it movin'
Baby we be movin', you know we keep it movin'
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry
Your careers won't be lastin' long now
Throw your hands in the sky and wave em from side to side
And if you're ready to spark up the meth Tical
Let me hear you say stimuli
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry
Your careers won't be lastin' long
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