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Method Man Miscellaneous Dart Throwing [Raekwon the Chef] Let's get it on Kokomo John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird Yeah Another Persian legacy [Method] The Iron Lung [Raekwon the Chef] Yo yeah Yeah, yo, yo Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle sword rockin halibut steak we choppin Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden [Method Man] I dig my life experiences, wrap it up in twelve inches, keepin my defenses Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches In the ghetto servin life sentence Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat in Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin Once again plot thicken, and you succumb to the will of the slum bite your tongue Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one Guilty by association, stank bitch wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass Let them players flash, and trick on they cash on your funky ass I only buy shit that last A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti Head heavy, with deadly medleys [Cappadonna] I opened up my rap bible, then the light came over the children, as it began to rain I started buildin, spoke many times before but didn't score, my reading was poor Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish and approach all hominyms, shit in your brain Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what? Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real Peace out bro ... [Method Man] Tical Eyes as diamonds, time again Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen Give it to em raw, give it to em raw down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof Meth-Tical mad, god damn! Hahahaha, right Motherfuckers |
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