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Method Man( メソッド・マン )
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Grid Iron Rap
作詞:Patrick Charles, Derrick Harris, Clifford Smith
I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface I spit blood for blood verses Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in I know you're listenin', so I keep showin' and provin' Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take mine Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme
Fuck a peace talk let the gun spark, on the streets of New York I Shaolin Strut through the city asphault (Fed up) Hold your head up, I'm circlin' the block, keep your eyes up Wise up, before you get sized up (Tied up)
Play no games, speakin' on my name You catch a clipful from close range Diggin' in your pocket Take the loose change
Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin' changed Leave the same way I came, bringin' motherfuckin' pain
Killa Hill Projects, high tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin' down
Yo, eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival You goin, down, y'all niggaz fuck around Shittin' where you sleepin', so my rhyme proposal Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in
Fuck what you believe in, you real fake Fishin' in the same lake Eatin' off the same cake You blowface
Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, actin' crook Betty shook worm, tryin' to shake the hook As the world turn nigga burn Once again the supersperm
Rub it in your skin, like it's Lubriderm Time took to write this もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com The war will be fought by the righteous Who stand criticized, by his un-A alikeness
Knowledge is the jewel, and it's priceless Real like them Rahway Lifers Nuttin' but time on my hands Observe the black sands in the hourglass
Fallin' fast in this savage land Haulin' ass, days of thunder It's road rad, your days are numbered What RZA put together, let no man tear asunder (Motherfucker)
This is P L O, killa hill flow, but you don't hear me though Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow Ghettio slang pro, sling rap to cashflow Keep it live from the intro until the outro
Killa Hill Projects, high tech street intellect Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin' down
I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum Forty five bar seminar ghetto rap star Slide like water rats through the Staten Resevoir
Swingin' swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards Commercial cats, fuckin' up the game, that's why I crash boards Drape floors while you Jordan, keep on tryin' yours Hardcore somethin' that my street niggaz is dyin' for
Snap your neck and the dopefiend, Gobol 13 Professionals we know things, say no more Check my dogs at the resevoir Gourmet special of the day is nigga Souflee
Pusher gotta pay and the games people play John Jay back around the way Fish Filet Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch hit the replay For dirt bomb niggaz in the P J
To cling on, bring on the good times To key on hook rhymes, that's beyond your thinkin' For eons I been here, to shine on the black mind Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga Ragtime, bad sign, flatline
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