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Tytuł: Release Yo' Delf

  • Wykonawca: Method Man
  • Wy¶wietleń: 293
[Intro/Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
  
  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 lasting long
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse One:]
  
  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, cuz 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
  
  (Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)
  As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
  Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh
  Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
  Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH
  What's that rhythm what's that sound
  Party people getting down
  When it hit the baddest man
  Just release, yo delf!!
  
  [Verse Two:]
  
  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 fam, 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, killa, style from Big Isle
  No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
  Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick
  Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
  It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
  That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
  What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
  Cause they got the finga on the trigga 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
  YAH! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
  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 getting 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 uh
  And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
  And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
  And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin
  Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Outro:]
  
  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 stim-uli
  
  [Chorus]