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What The Blood Clot
Method Man feat. RZA, Y-Kim
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It's bangin', son, see what I'm sayin'?
Y'all gotta stay
I said it's bangin', son!
Y'all gotta stay, son!
Yo, Shaolin runnin' this shit, son, runnin' this shit
Yeah, we stay
What's up, Rakim? What's up, nigga?
What's up, man? What's up, man?
Come on, man, this is for them niggas in Brownsville
What's happenin', what's happenin'?
Peace to all my Brownsville niggas! (Peace to all y'all!)
It's goin' off! Peace to all my motherfuckin'
Brooklyn niggas, Bed-Stuy niggas! (Peace to the niggas in the valley)
Peace to my
All right?
Peace to my wild wild west bitin' niggas!
Fuckin' right!
Yo, fuck outta here, nigga!
All I hear is gunshots, can I touch somethin'? What the bloodclot?
Nigga want Tical? Make it happen
You know my fuckin' style, fuck the rappin'
We can take it back to '85
If you wanna start actin' like you live
It's all good, I'm rollin' wit my clique
Owls, Backwoods and Phillies
Smokin' sess blunts, mixed with illy got me flustered
Now the whole world looks dusted
I'm in the area, with the steel that never rusted
For real, nigga, touch it and you burn
When will motherfuckers learn?
What be spreadin' like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word
I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it
I'm on point like a fax machine, you get the message
Huh, A-B's don't question and Van bust the second guessings
Keep your thoughts on your lessons, what the bloodclot?
To tell the truth, you don't amaze me
Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me
What, check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this
Smoke the dutch master, have 'em screamin' for the dutches
Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes
If I don't do it for Mydell I'ma do it for Case
'Cause that's my peoples
I'm givin' you injections that be lethal, weapons
When niggas start to half step it, then I get evil
But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you
I'm humble, a fuckin' killer bee, far from humble
I sting you, bzzz, and I bring you
36 Chambers, the head banger bitch
Why I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz
Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin' shit
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin' name
What the bloodclot?
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma keep it real on this thing
First of all, I'd like to give a big up, peace and shout out
To my brothers in the belly of the beast
Raider Ruckus, Reprizn for the N.N. back again, baby
One love, Jen Lover, Shitty Brown, Puff's head, Bill, the P.L.F
Stat dad, Dusty, Storm, Soup, still in here, nigga
Jamel, one love, baby, Nice, Uncle Eric, A.K.A. Shane
I ain't forget you, nigga
Shakim, Nut, Big Shaft, K-Fin
Big Free from Cipher Heat, all the fugitives on the run
Everybody from Rikers Island to San Quentin
And a big major shout out to my old dad
Who just got home on work release
Keep your heads up, niggas
My people, see what I'm sayin'?
Peace to the Gods!
My people, my people
My people, my people
That nigga fuckin' Dirty Bastard, God, that nigga is crazy
He fuck with a napkin on his head
Crazy motherfucker
Nigga outta... fuck
That's bad, that's bad, that's not for wax, son
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