Ronin's

(アルバム： Meth Lab Season 2: The Lithium - 2018)

Come on
Ch'yeah
Meth, where you at?

[Method Man:]
My flow? everlasting
My lines? Never lacking
Even on Christmas Eve, I out rhyme whoever rapping
Slime, shoulda tapped in
But he blind to the facts in
What the album, track one
Time for some action
Pass time for the last time I rhymed in this fashion
True Religion, he never thought he'd die in this fashion
But I got time today, if you dying then ask him
Bars, forensic science, that's if you tryna catch 'em
Lord, I think I'm over it, I ain't over here acting
I say it over and over, I ain't overreacting
What you picture is death, I'm just closing the caption
Who knows if I'ma blow, I just got my nose in a napkin
Super Saiyan, technically, I'm electrifying
To be specific, what I specifically specifying
See that's progression and I'm especially rectifying
Any confessions, I don't expect to be testifying

[Cappadonna:]
Fuck your [?] killa, ain't nothing gon' move
Meth Lab's back, pardon the goons
Back in the kitchen with it smelling of fumes
Charged water, hard crack wit' a spoon
Staten Island, straight up, fuck the platoons
Heard the meth heads calling you
Meanwhile it's mumble rappers sounding kinda foreign
Find 'em pressed with Molly, touring
The man deploring
Naw, we never go live
We either getting live, edit that
Protecting our guys, get it?
Y'all talk about while we live it
Y'all live stream and think you litted
Ain't seen a face to face in a minute
Call 'em exquisite, come and crumble your waves
I got that lithium for days
Homie, sharpening blades, yuh
It's Mr. Parker, he get sharper wit' age
Be at your door with the beard, I ain't talking no raids, fuckers
Black mufflers got the cowards afraid
We bet the situation grave
We'll better dismantle your trades, nigga

[Masta Killa:]
This is no glove hitting the bar, bill open hand, callous slap
Rough, ashy knuckles spark, split your face rap
The quick loose your tooth jab, the fifty two clap
A hunnid rounds backing 'em down, the house trapped
We still keep a bat in the back, the the bone crack
Still spitting actual facts for bank stacks
Qball in the sock from the pool rack, snap his neck back
Every time I think I'm out, I get pulled back
It's like I relapse and catch a flashback
I took the contract to kill an emcee so masterfully
So who better than me since '93
Get you tied to a tree as a target if you wanna be

[Hanz On:]
Yo, I'm a old young nigga, I do it for sure
White FILAS, white fitted cherry valour
I keep hunnies on my side like Al B. Shure
I throw my chain in the crowd when you see me on tour
I'm at The Meth Lab re'in-up, I'm ready to score
Hanz On, Methical, Cappdonna, it's hardcore
This ain't a gang sign, naw, homie, it's war
Fatigue Timberlands on, camoflauge door
Sniper team on deck, enemies abort
Staten Island, New York
Homicide Hillary
The Black X six, heavy artillery
I'm laughing at chy'all, your raps is killing me
Pop your wardrobe, yeah, I do it for love
In my block, homie, yeah, they do it for slugs
Smacks hands with the homeboy, show that thug
And never pop nothing if you can't look 'em in the mug