Method Man

4, 3, 2, 1 (E-Dub Remix) – LL Cool J f/ Canibus, DMX, Master P, Method Man, Redman

HUHHHHHH!
[Erick Sermon] Def Jam, No Limits
[Master P] No Limit
[Erick Sermon] Def Squad
[Redman] Wu-Tang, and beyond

[Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven
Blaze the hot
[LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven
Seven six five four three two one
My mon Meth-Tical come and get some

[Method Man]
Playin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two broke legs, now I’m trippin
on MC’s cliche, shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
from my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu

[Redman]
Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga
Turnin Christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low, petro’ your metro
Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin
Shit I’m drivin in, come with funk halogen
Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee
Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty
Gritty, smack the driver’s head in the chin see
When I approach rappers be takin notes
I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat
Absolut, I love to burn to the roots
I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots
Vigilante hardcore to the penis
Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic

[Canibus]
I’m the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it
I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it
Canibus is the type who’ll fight for mics
Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life
When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts
if the signal was strong enough, and then I’ll call your bluff
like, “Yo, how many rhymes you got?” I think I’ll go on
for more Milleniums than Mazda’s got on the car lot
And there’s nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya
Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number
Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and
get shot down with a surface-to-air missile
I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on
anybody who ain’t close enough to shit on
Zero to sixty? I’m already doin a hundred
when I’m blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it

[DMX]
Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down
Run it clown, come up off that, or I’m gon’ gun it down
When in doubt, however skull goes, it’s gon’ be that
See that, that shit’ll finish you dawg, believe that
Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?
Don’t be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson
I’m gon’ get you either way, and it’s better to live
Let me get what’s between your sock, cause it’s, better to give
than receive, believe what I say when I tell you
Don’t make me put your somewhere where nobody’ll smell you
And when the lights is out, they don’t come back on
This ain’t a flick you ain’t gon’ come back on, you ain’t that strong
You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby
You’se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby
so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I’m sweet?
Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat

[Master P]
Got my mic on, it’s time to get rowdy
Got homies from the N-O to the N-Y, Bout It Bout It
I break bread with the ballers
Professional killers, and shot callers
I got game from the South to the West to the East
to the middle now remember me
A young nigga with the gold teeth bumpin
Keep the crowd jumpin, gotta say something
UNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH, now have a Coke and a smile
The party don’t stop but it get buckwild

By admin on October 19, 2013 | # Song Lyrics | 3 comments
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Vibin (The New Flava) – Boyz II Men F/ Treach, Craig Mack, Busta Rhymes, Method Man

Verse One: Treach

Hey boo!
Yeah did you remember the tip of tender fender bender
from last September you let me enter the center
so we went through the Winter?
Then we had a little prob, now we let it solve
Now you think that you get robbed, if you’re givin bod
Well I’m stickin to the kitten cause it’s hittin
the only way I be splittin if you pick it for money and trick it
You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick
So you ain’t dismissed until both sets of lips kiss
It’s the mother number one the phunky Phillified
The chilly side, Boyz II Men and women with the illy vibe
So until it’s 9090
Just vibe with me and smile like your, wife behind me

Too high to get over (yeah yeah)
Too low to get under (yeah yeah)
Too high to get over (yeah yeah)
Too low to get under…
…army with harmony

Chorus: Boyz II Men

We’re just, vibin
Groovin, vibin
We’re just, vibin
Groovin, vibin

Verse Two: Craig Mack (Puff Daddy in the background)

[That’s right]
Just move it on down
And you came to feel the flav [Bad Boy, Bad Boy]
Haa! We just vibe to the beat [That’s right]
The Mackalicious funk flav [Gotta get the cash]
Ah one two y’all! [Gotta get, gotta get the dough]

Craig Mack’s got a lot in store for MC’s so please listen
Fake rappers stop booin and hissin
My shit’s the bomb, like nitroglycerin
Electrifying, if I said I wasn’t I’d be lying
On the fader, from here to Grenada
Dope demonstrater creator of the force like hey Darth Vader
You imitator, I’m greater than your data
MC’s run up so then they pack this doggie bag for later
I’m the, wisdom-mystical
Hyper-scientifical
Do your typical write rhymes get loaded take a miracle
to lyrical whip, the word dick on the side tip
Rhymes to flip, Hercules ain’t got a tighter grip
Whoever said that you couldn’t be beat? Well have a seat
Grab a spoon, taste some defeat
I shake MC’s down directly to the ground
Boyz II Men make the world go round

Chorus 2X

Verse Three: Busta Rhymes

How ya feel?
Party people, how ya feel?
Let me know if everything remains real!
Word up! Tell me how ya feel!
I feel good tonight, talk to me tell me how do ya feel
so that everything’s alright
Word is bond! Busta Rhymes keep it comin one time for your mind
Flip Mode y’all, yo

WHOOOO! That music feel my cool breeze
Make you bang your head from hear to overseas, now!
You feel the charge that we be generatin, conversatin
Always get taken by vibes that be penetratin
I make you feel the sensation like we come into
the last days of Revelation, sometimes that’s how we be vibin
Yes I’m gonna keep you smilin
Hit you then I take you on a ride just like Coney Island
One two three it’s simply you and me
While you listen I MC
Blow your mind and make you really want to par-ty
Ohh ohh! Take those bars and keep em swingin
Ohh! Sometimes it makes me want to start singin
But I keep on bringing …
… and swinging you better believe I keep your bells ringing
Feel the motion and the magic potion while we in the dancehall
With Boyz II Men we bring the universal vibe y’all!

Chorus 2X

Bring the universal vibe y’all
One time, Flip Mode is forever
Y’all get down and feel my thing
Guaranteed to make your fat butt swing
One time while I get on

Verse Four: Method Man

Here come that real rap shit
Criminology, yeah

I mentally stab your brain with the pain
While other brothers spit mad game I spit flames
You know my fuckin name, write joints with Mary J.
Johnny Blaze get methed right because it pays
Life insurance indeed as we proceed
To give the track menstraul cramps until it bleeds
Who the bad guy? It’s I, the chinky eye
Knotty-head

Kane’s Theme (Alternate WWF Aggression) – Method Man

[Method Man]
Ah-ahhowwwwwwwwww!

We are… here…
to lay this boy… to rest…
And so shall you…
be put, to death…

[Method Man]
Beware of the six-six-six
So morbid and twisted I’m sick, sick, sick
Mad and sadistic, dark like sun when it eclipses
Grab your crucifixes and RUN…
from the hellfire fiend, The Big Red Machine
Heads get chopped in the guillotine, burnt in kerosene
Now you don’t believe in the unseen
By any means necessary back to the cemetary
IT’S KANE!

Chorus: Method Man

Unstoppable, unconquerable – impossible, unstoppable
Unstoppable, unconquerable – impossible, unstoppable (It’s KANE!)
Unstoppable, unconquerable – impossible, unstoppable
Unstoppable, unconquerable – impossible, unstoppable

[Method Man]
I rise from the tomb
A quarter pass midnight, full moon
The theme music kicks in, you’rre doomed
Soon comes the bell, it’s me against you in a cage match cell
You get a chokeslam from hell
LOOK OUT! Great balls of fire, no doubt
My flame can’t be doused, this is what pain’s about
Lock all the doors and the windows in your house
Night of the Grim Reaper, tales from the Crypt Keeper
IT’S KANE!

Chorus

[Method Man]
Feel the tombstone piledriver
You hit the floor, thankin God you’re alive-ah
Hail Mary take no prisoners and no survivors
Found scary like a convoy of drunk drivers, ahhhhhhhowww
Tragic, that old black magic
A-tisket-a-tasket, a coffin or a casket
Grateful Dead, nightmares that make you wet the bed
Visions of bloodshed dancing through your head
IT’S KANE!

Chorus 1/2

{*Method Man grunts and growls*}

IT’S KANE! (2X)

Unstoppable, unconquerable – impossible, unstoppable
Unstoppable, unconquerable – impossible, unstoppable

{*Meth babbles on until fade*}

By admin on September 16, 2013 | K Song Lyrics | 43 comments
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