Method Man - Elements

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[Method Man]
(There...there?)
One more game
Yo, uh huh uh huh
Staar
Surround sounder, blunt smokin, remy downer
Hip-hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed, undertakin undergrounders
This lyricist, lounge with low, that be lounger
Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause
niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours
Is it all, fair in love with war
Young uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature
Low and these niggas love to hate ya
Request the henney straight no chaser
Twin towerin I skyscrape ya
Now gimme yours

[Star]
Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal
Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars
(Allah punk) I m hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin like Christ
Recitin psalms in the streets of Babylon
(Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells
My squad camoflauge your wealth
Like the bible with parabels
With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data
That ll tickle you now, but sway you later

[Method Man]
On this one call me Lee Major
Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic
Still not a player, I just fuck alot the panty raider
Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager
Stankin ass

[Polite]
Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet
You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it
Bet if I pull my gun I m gon squeeze
I m startin at your head, son, and stoppin at your knees
I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood
Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental
Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it s just that simple

Chorus
[All]
You better come with your best gun
Niggas be holdin , it s all war no fun
Niggas be bowlin , you niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Let s get it on
Best to come with your best gun
Niggas be rollin , it s all war no fun
Niggas be holdin , you niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Let s get it on

[Star]
Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock
We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got
Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps
Hawks, machete chops puttin cease to your petty fleets
This raw rebel got more metal than pop
And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores settled
A ground attack, I m bound to clap rounds of rap
Clowns are found flat, face down around the map
Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five
The size oh two nines combine, can t even tickle mine

[Method Man]
I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump
Body in the trunk, stay in line punk,
(Fucking with your mind?)

[Polite]
Yo
You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin after you
Never go against my team, they might embarrass you
Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed
Put your hands up, I ma put a hole in your paws
Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro
Two choices, bass off or either die slow
We all scholars when it s time to clean a dirty dollar
Attack the boards, it s like a rotweiler

[Method Man]
Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher
These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from
The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder
Here come the lightning now I m strikin back at niggas bitin
Pushin buttons just to step away from self-destruction
Inch and a half away from touchin somethin
Suckin away from bustin
Yall brothers laugh now and cry later
I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega
Whoopin that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin glass
Been burnin MC s since cookin class
Makin it hot like the summer in the crackspot
With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot
On each block, I m the remedy, send them back to me
After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok
Plus we got a problem with the Benz
(What s the problem with the Benz)
She want the six-hundred, but she aint got the ends

Chorus
[All]
You better come with your best gun
Niggas be holdin , it s all war no fun
Niggas be bowlin , you niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Let s get it on

Inne utwory

  • How to roll a blunt
  • Snuffed out
  • 2 Tears in a bucket
  • How high
  • Bring the pain
  • Big dogs
  • Grid iron rap
  • Tical
  • Say
  • Release yo delf
  • Round & round
  • Four seasons
  • The prequel
  • Well all rite cha
  • Tease
  • Afterparty
  • Play IV keeps
  • Killin fields
  • Stimulation
  • Losowe utwory

    Rebuttal

    The innocence robbed at early stage
    Bitterness alloys for the cage
    Pain gives birth to pain
    And hope gets smudged with bloodstains
    Despise yourself to swell with pride and think your hatred will win the prize
    I smell a change with horizons
    A face in your path now gone
    It...

    Lady (deutsche)

    Lady, hör mich heut Nacht,
    denn ich spüre es genau,
    während wir im Mondschein tanzen.
    Merkst du nicht? Du bist meine Wonne.

    Lady, ich fühle mich so, als ob ich dich nicht bekommen würde
    Raus aus meinem Kopf
    Ich fühle mich das erste...

    Kissing families

    Stop the seasons of the state
    the plastic mic and broken strings(?)
    infected from wounds from an arrested ring.
    so what?

    Soon you ll be there too (x2)

    kissing families can recall
    we re program to realize all
    forgotten prison ______
    it s no wonder that we did it this way
    kept looking forward so i m bend sideways
    it...

    Who said

    I ve never been to the U.S.A.
    I m a slave on a minimum wage
    Detroit, New York and L.A.
    But I m stuck in the U.K.
    ...

    Distant town

    Distant love you left for distant town
    Only need to whisper please don t shout
    Plant the seed let seed of love grow
    Floating down the stream against the flow

    Fate please show me to the edge of town
    Don t blast me to the moon I ll still come down
    Distant love I don t...