Method Man Lyrics
Through bein humbles Tru Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT y'know? Been in this rap game for like the past four bullets now, y'know? Doin bids, yea yea I done peeped a lotta cats come through Courageous cats, stray cats, haha Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI'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 live wire - 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 'em Send him to his final restin Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson Torture [3X] Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know 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 Nix-on, 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) Torture [3X] Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know 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 SeaZon 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 & Reason for high treason, can it be That the kid with the knot knees Got G to make a grown man cop pleas, 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 ya 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 Torture [3X] Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know
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