Tytuł: Dart Throwing

• Wykonawca: Method Man
• Wyświetleń: 244

[Raekwon the Chef]
  Let's get it on Kokomo
  John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird
  Yeah
  Another Persian legacy
  
  [Method] The Iron Lung
  
  [Raekwon the Chef]
  Yo yeah
  Yeah, yo, yo
  Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle
  sword rockin halibut steak we choppin
  Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time
  Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line
  Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
  Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
  Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater
  My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas
  Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin
  The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans
  Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
  the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
  
  [Method Man]
  I dig my life experiences, wrap it up
  in twelve inches, keepin my defenses
  Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches
  In the ghetto servin life sentence
  Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
  Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin
  Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day
  Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat
  in Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin
  Once again plot thicken, and you succumb
  to the will of the slum bite your tongue
  Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
  Guilty by association, stank bitch
  wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass
  Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
  on your funky ass I only buy shit that last
  A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through
  the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty
  in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti
  Head heavy, with deadly medleys
  
  [Cappadonna]
  I opened up my rap bible, then the light came
  over the children, as it began to rain
  I started buildin, spoke many times before
  but didn't score, my reading was poor
  Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish
  and approach all hominyms, shit in your brain
  Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy
  or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia
  Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff
  rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?
  Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo
  Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real
  Peace out bro
  ...
  
  [Method Man]
  Tical
  Eyes as diamonds, time again
  Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
  Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
  down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof
  Meth-Tical mad, god damn!
  Hahahaha, right
  Motherfuckers