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Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah come on |
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Even if I died a thousand deaths |
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When I resurrect, |
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I'll still be |
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Meth the jams will still deaf |
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I'm here me and this micphone, we here |
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And ain't tryin' hear nothin' 'cause we had it up to here, word |
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Lyrics have no dress code from |
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KRS to the |
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Depeche Mode |
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Kid, I'm so cool you catch cold |
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At the jump of, it's about to jump off my niggas |
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Speak with they hands or their gun talk, yo, |
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RzaWe got the clan in the front and police at the door |
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Every exit is laced with |
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C-4'Bout to blow like trial |
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I'm passed out |
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MCs is like bitches in tongs, they ass out |
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But me the |
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M E T H O |
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D just too real |
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I can't be touched and can't feel the monotony of rap |
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Take a picture of my nutsack carbon copy that |
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And send your crew a fax mothafucka |
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New and improved |
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Wu Tang style |
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Turn it up now y'all then fuck up now |
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Spit flame, five mics, peep game, on sight |
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Bring the pain all night, off the chain, damn right |
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This the Method |
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Man for short |
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Mr. Meth, |
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Tical-Lion |
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, come on |
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Even if I died a thousand deaths |
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When I resurrect through my first born |
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My name lives on, my words is like a third degree |
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The young |
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MC's buzzworthy on your |
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MTVThe Killa |
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Bee, John |
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Jacobs straight up break up schemes and plots |
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Ace up my sleeves bake up pies and pots |
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So this is what its come to, huh |
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Takin' shots at dem kids who used to punk you, huh |
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Repetitious rap shit don't get no airplay in my whip |
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And niggas can't smoke with dry lips |
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So chap byte my shit, |
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I'm like Kojack |
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To get my flow back and 4-flat |
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I track you down like a low jack |
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Five verse five, eye for an eye can |
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I penalize |
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The uncivilized, make them civilized |
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You know right from wrong so know that |
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I'm the bomb |
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I dope for be and see the tracks on my arm, mothafucka |
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New and improved |
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Wu Tang style |
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Turn it up now y'all then fuck up now |
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Spit flame, five mics, peep game, on sight |
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Bring the pain all night, off the chain, damn right |
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This the Method |
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Man for short |
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Mr. Meth, |
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Tical-Lion |
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, come on |
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This is Method |
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Man for short |
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Mr.Meth, Tical- |
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LionThis is |
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Method Man for short |
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Mr.Meth, Tical- |
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LionThis is |
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Method Man for short |
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Mr.Meth, Tical- |
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LionYo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, come on |
