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 Artist : METHOD MAN
 
 Release Yo' Delf | METHOD MAN[Intro/Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
 When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
 Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
 My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
 And all you bitch-ass niggaz in the industry
 your careers won't be lasting long
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Verse One:]
 
 Check it, I'm the fuckin man, who they mention
 Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus
 Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
 Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
 Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
 forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
 adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin picture
 For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness
 Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies
 Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
 Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity
 Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
 
 (Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)
 As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
 Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh
 Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
 Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH
 What's that rhythm what's that sound
 Party people getting down
 When it hit the baddest man
 Just release, yo delf!!
 
 [Verse Two:]
 
 My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
 To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
 I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
 If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
 I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope
 For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
 Serial, killa, style from Big Isle
 No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
 Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick
 Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
 It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
 That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
 What is it?  Niggaz think they bigga
 Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
 They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
 With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
 Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice
 But he don't want the hassle
 Then we try to overthrow the castle
 Better yet the tent when I'm comin to your town
 Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
 YAH! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
 Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
 Here, no more dough will be made
 Unless it's being made by hoes
 
 What's that rhythm what's that sound
 Party people getting down
 When it hit the baddest man
 Just breathe in, till then
 And keep it movin, baby keep it movin
 I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
 And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
 And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
 And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin
 Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Outro:]
 
 Throw your hands in the sky
 And wave em from side to side
 And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical
 Let me hear you say stim-uli
 
 [Chorus]
 
 
 
 
 
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