Yeah, yeah
I came, I came (come on)
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental, based on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the king
But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad, fish accept it
In your cross colour clothes, you've crossed over
Then got totally krossed out and Kris krossed
Who the boss? Niggas get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method Man, from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin' for the headpiece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket
Niggas want the ruckus
Bustin' at me, bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggas files, I'm sick
Insane, crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin' mind, now I got mine, I'm Swayze
Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
Somethin' I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real, yeah, uh
When I was a likkle stereo (stereo)
I listen to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
When I will be the number one (tical)
And now yuh listen to di Gorgon (gorgon)
And a Gorgon sound a Rein
And any jump and come test me (test me)
Mi a-go lick out dem brain (it's like that)
Southboys, Southboys (Southboys)
Hell yeah (yeah)
Men, fix my fuckin' mic, men (we don't stop)
You know I'ma solve it, men (we don't stop)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
|
