Elements
(专辑: Tical 2000: Judgement Day - 1998)
[Method Man] Damn, damn.. One more game Yo, uh huh uh huh Staar Surround sounder, blunt smokin, remy downer Hip-hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder You get skidawed, undertaking undergrounders This lyricist, lounge with low, that be lounger Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause niggas clap now with forty pounders, and fourty-fours Is it all, fair in love with war Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh Live by the
sword, they gonna die by the
sword, uh My vocal cords break the
laws that apply to nature Low and these niggas love to hate ya Request the
henney straight no chaser Twin towering I
skyscrape ya Now gimme yours [Star] Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal Star leaves you marked from the
start like tribal scars (Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a
bomb and arms spinning like Christ Reciting psalms in the
streets of Babylon (Verbs I
gather well) ?? data shells My squad camoflauge your wealth Like the
bible with parabels With the
navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data That'll tickle you now, but sway you later [Method Man] On this one call me Lee Major Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic Still not a
player, I
just fuck alot the
panty raider Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager Stanking ass [Polite] Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the
bullet You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it Bet if I
pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze I'm startin at your head, son, and stopping at your knees I
hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood Fat potential, gave birth to a
corrupt mental Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple [Chorus] [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holding, it's all war no fun Niggas be bowling, you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on Best to come with your best gun Niggas be rolling, it's all war no fun Niggas be holding, you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on [Star] Arm leg shots to hit the
spot like a
four fifth glock We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps Hawks, machete chops putting cease to your petty fleets This raw rebel got more metal than pop And rock groups, when my glock shoots the
scores settled A
ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap Clowns are found flat, face down around the
map Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five The
size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine [Method Man] I
told you once, I
told your ass a
thousand times, chump Body in the
trunk, stay in line punk, (Fucking with your mind?) [Polite] Yo You be the
actual, sixteen bars, coming after you Never go against my team, they might embarrass you Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed Put your hands up, I'ma put a
hole in your paws Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro Two choices, bass off or either die slow We all scholars when it's time to clean a
dirty dollar Attack the
boards, it's like a
rotweiler [Method Man] Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher These motherfuckers on the
run, and they socks from The
bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder Here come the
lightning now I'm striking back at niggas biting Pushing buttons just to step away from self-destruction Inch and a
half away from touching something Sucking away from busting Yall brothers laugh now and cry later I
rock from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega Whooping that ass, walk you dogs through the
looking glass Been burning MC's since cooking class Making it hot like the
summer in the
crackspot With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the
jackpot On each block, I'm the
remedy, send them back to me After detox, shorty got knuckles in the
Reebok Plus she got a
problem with the
Benz (What's her problem with the
Benz?) She want the
six-hundred, but she aint got the
ends [Chorus] [All] You better come with your best gun Niggas be holding, it's all war no fun Niggas be bowling, you niggas under pressure now My squads down for whatever with whoever now Let's get it on