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Method Man - Freestyle (Tical
WU-TANG CLAN
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Just how deep can shit get?
Deep as the abyss and brothers is Meth-ish, accept it
In your cross color, clothes you crossed over
Think I totally crossed out and criss-crossed
Who the boss? (Who the fuck?)
Get tossed to the side, and I'm the dark side of the force
Some shit
Now, what we doin' is screwin', Meth-Tical
Oh my God, what we doin'?
The guy in the stallion head like, "Ha"
Yeah, hook 'em up, yeah, hit me then
Check it
Ayy, you want me to rhyme now? (Yeah)
Okay, check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out
Check it out, check it out, check it out
My mind's on the rhyme, ain't a damn thing funny, gettin' money
Blaze, represent, kill the fraudulent, fuck nigga
Givin' me the grill, nowadays everybody tryna keep it real
Fourth disciple, hit me with the 30-30 rifle
Beats from the streets, mega trifle
Rap gymnastic, flippin' from the cradle to the casket
Take another pull, fantastic
It's the Method, not the plastic
Man, comin' down like hourglass sand, check the tactic
Flow PLO, PLO, now you know the ultimate in rhyme legenda
Peep the counterfeit and all get snake bitten
Filled up with deadly venom
Johnny Blaze get up in 'em
Play 'em out like Lee Denham
Can you dig it?
Can a nigga eat?
Can I live? It gets no deeper
Whoever slippin' get the sleeper
Hold, faces of death, body cold
On some Evil Dead Part 2, swallow your soul
Mind's on the rhyme, ain't a damn thing
Blaze, represent, kill the fraudulent, fuck nigga
Ha, hold up, I gotta say a rhyme
Know what I'm sayin'? Check the joint now
Check the joint now, check the joint
I get drunk off of cheap wine and hold frontline
Nigga wanna front, fine
Fuck with me and mine, rain on your sunshine
Swine nigga come as hard as a pork rind
Can you dig it? Only five percent live it
While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it
Peep the stallion, half of y'all need to quit it
Frontin' hard and be soft as the cotton knitted
No balls at all, if you do, son, then get with it
Razor sharp, in my jawbone, I might spit it
Dealin' with it on a everyday basis
Roam where it get cold and stack glaciers
In the zone is Tical, once again stoned
Throw your hands in the air and puff a meth bone
Did you ever get the feelin' for that fat shit?
Somethin' different from that R&B and rap shit?
Ha, well, here it come from the lung, I amaze 'em
Fire in the sky, peep me now, Johnny Blaze, uh
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