Ronin's
(专辑: 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