Half Man Half Amazin

(álbum: Soul Survivor - 1998)

To all my Bronx niggas (Yeah!)
And I say right about now get ready to get down
To the funky sound of the man they call
Pete Rock (The Method Man)

Dumbheads, what? Cherryheads, what?
Appleheads, what, what, what?
(Meth-Tical, you know how we do, dunn, yeah
Hit it off, you know what I mean? Like this y'all)
P.R., take them to the bridge, uhh!

Float on this magnificent track, wise intelligent
All-star Jamerican, yes, the rap vet
Reinforce your threat, who got the money to bet?
Against the #1 holding down the position
Crush the competition with the limited edition
Heavy-caliber rhyme, shooting down ya peace sign
The war's on, for real, run, grab ya shield
Yo, Meth, take the steel and let these cats know the deal

Style blazing, Iron Lung on this collaboration
Money for the taking, I ain't sweating confrontation
With P.R.-ah, we be's the mens of tomorrow
Master, license to kill, bringing the horror
To ya house like, Amityville, keeping it more than real
Niggas ain't supposed to feel, hot Nicks, ya know the deal
If you read the résumé, gives a fuck what niggas say?
Timb boots to pave the way, here I come to save the day
Yes, stop the fucking press, transform to Mister Meth
See that logo on my chest, save a damsel in distress
Hot shit in the song, gotta get until it's gone
Kids wanna get it on, get smacked up and shit upon
Right 'til ya prove me wrong, think you can do me, huh?
Can't we all just get along in this modern Babylon?
Dueling with my nemesis, laying down laws
Don't start if you can't finish it, I'm telling you, Pah!
Got the power of a meteor shower, coming down on all ya cowards Tricking ya funds and sniffing powders
Here we come, straight from the slums, dynamic duo, son
Ghost Rider Jonathan and Soul Brother #1

Sending this one out... to my man
Meth-Tical, Pete Rock
Half man, half amazing
Make it hot nigga!
For you! Know what I'm sayin'?

Sending this one out... to my man
Meth-Tical, Pete Rock
Half man, half amazing
Make it hot nigga!
For you! Know what I'm sayin'?

Leaping tall buildings in a single bound, faster than a round
Blasting out a forty pound, y'all niggas fuck around
Take that and handle it
Method Man, I get strong with Titanic shit
That means abandon ship
Get a life and get a grip
There ain't no problem that I can't fix
Transmitting live from Apocalypse
And the Chocolate Boy Wonder, my sidekick, cowabunga
These evil doers days is numbered
We flexing like the X-Men on rap veteran
That be's no question, boy, you need protection, son
I'm burning up, check the temperature
Ya fucking with The Last Emperor, Iron Lung, dangerous, son
For all who enter the, 36, deadliest chambers
For all the prejudiced entertainers
There ain't a damn thing you can tell us, bite ya tongue
I be the troublesome, don't sleep, niggas is holding, son

Pick 'em off from long-range, break 'em down to small change
A New York Giant stand in front of ya... squad, what up, God?
A million-to-one odds that you can't stop this bullet
I'm like Refrigerator Perry, rush right through it and just do it
So, act like ya knew it, the Mount Vernon/Shaolin fluid
The rap committee coming live through ya city
Swing hard like Ken Griffey
Gain stats, now, who's next up to bat?
Knock 'em out the box, Method Man and Pete Rock
Celebrating victory, rap world remedy
Take a double dose, deadly (deadly kid), yo!

C'mon! One, two!
The number 1 set and sound
Meth-Tical
Pete Rock, this one's for the crew
Half man, half amazing
One, two! The number 1 set and sound
Meth-Tical on arrival
Pete Rock, this one's for the crew
Half man, half amazing