Tytuł: Step By Step

• Wykonawca: Method Man
• Wyświetleń: 321

[Method Man]
  This goes out
  to all the big head niggaz
  And all them big head bitches
  You know my steez-o
  
  Yo, yo, yo, yo
  Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic
  So you can't see the topic, condition combo
  Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo
  Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho
  Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween
  the hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that
  Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak
  Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback
  is when I condemn men, to purgatory
  Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories
  in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
  Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
  
  [Chorus: Method Man]
  
  You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
  Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
  Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
  Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
  ("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
  Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
  Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
  
  [Method Man]
  Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender
  No retreat no surrender, head trauma
  Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor
  Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session
  With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section
  with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit
  E Double up dammit, Iron Lung
  flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know
  It's time that I take advantage, take command yo
  Cops caught me red-handed
  Blood On the Dance Floor
  or was it Michael Jackson
  Fuck it, time for some action
  Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [Method Man]
  Before she get her back blown
  Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin
  Automate and keep it goin, right and exact
  Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan
  Jack Frost, leave em frozen
  Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan
  Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin
  At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision
  And split decision, tell your old folk
  and your children what I'm dealin
  Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain
  Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers
  
  [Chorus]
  
  This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz
  And all them big head bitches
  All them big head bitches