A to o kolejnym nieco mniej znany, ale po prostu zajebisty kawałek z tej samej płyty, czyli sławetnego debiutu Metha "Tical"
[Method Man]
Aight? Check it out (FUCK DAT!)
Word, niggas smoke too fuckin' much man
(Check it out y'all, check it check it out)
[Intro/Hook]
We can all get by if we want now
Get a fat piece of the pie if we want
Motherfuckers gettin' mad high when they want now
I will survive, recognize it be Tical
[Verse One]
What up, ock? Niggas is strapped, ready for war
On the ill block, things just ain't peace no more
Fuck it - if you ain't with me then forget me
Niggas tried to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation shifty (bitch)
Creepin' niggas in the dark, triggers with no heart
Rippin' ass apart, I be swimmin' with the sharks now (yeah)
Stay out my water or it's manslaughter
Kid, you oughta start reachin' for that nickle-plated auto-
Matic (f'real) my thoughts get sporadic (uh)
Loaded raps bustin' mad shots to ya attic (woo!)
They say this hazardous flow's a hazard
Straight from Hazzard County with a bounty on his head
And it said: "Wanted Dead or Alive"
I swear by the whites of they eyes
To never take a dive I will survive
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[Hook]
[Method Man]
Eeep opp, epp awpp, baaaaaaa
Here we go, start
[Verse Two]
Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin'
Like they want problems. You want 'em? You got 'em
Rap contact, is writin' this exact-
Ly, the way it should, be, attack
Killer Beeeees on the swarm
Alaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an
The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism
I bust rhymes like jism
Impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom
Decipher, the stee, I be hyper
I dwindle the style, that rekindle like old flamesss
Sssssssaliva, check the wicked flows I delyvah
Oops, I mean delivers like the Hudson River
Styles be trite, trife like a thief in the night
I be that sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in yo wife
Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid
Flippin' on the mic, it's a classic
A już na sam koniec totalny strzał w japę, Cięzki klimat, mroczny beat, jęki potępieńów i innych demonów. Co tu w drugiej zwrotce Inspectach Deck Dojeba!!!! Inspektor jest zdecydowanie top3 moich ulubionych MC's. Kawałek również z tej samej płyty:
[Intro: RZA & Blue Raspberry]
This is (Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)
Serious, the craziest, da-da
(Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream)
Day-da, danger, dangerous style
[Verse 1: RZA]
Lyrical shots from the Glock
Bust bullet holes on the charts
I want the number one spot
What's the science? I'm a giant
New York defiant, brutal like domestic violence
Silence of the Lambs, occurred when I slammed in
Program the jams to be fat as Ralph Kramden
Others come with shit as silly as Art Carney
But my technique tranquilizes more kids than Barney
Remedy for stress is three bags of sess
A day at my rest playin' chess, yes!
My thoughts be sneaky like a crook from Brooklyn
When you ain't lookin', I take the queen with the rook then
I get vexed, layin' phat tracks on Ampex
Puffin' skunk, gettin' drunk off of Triple X
Ballantine's, I got more love than Valentine
The violent mind, I blast wit' a silent nine!
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck & (Method Man)]
My hazardous thoughts to cut the mic's life support short
Brains get stained like tablecloths when I let off
Powerful poetry pushed past the point of no return
Leavin' mics with third-degree burns
Let me at 'em! I grip your style like a spasm
Drag 'em through the mud then I bag 'em
We're screamin' hardcore, hip-hop drips out my pores
And I be raw, for four score plus seven more
I strike like a bowling ball, holdin' y'all hostage like jail
Electrifyin' like the third rail
Beats are smashed with paragraphs of ruckus
Wu-Tang! (Clan ain't nuthin' to fuck wit'!)
What the Blood Clot!?!
Method Man
4:20
Method Man
[Verse 3: Method Man]
Ha! Hot time, summer in the city
My people represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a mission from Hell's Kitchen
I gets in where I fits in
For head-touchin', listen
Enemy is the industry, got me flippin'!
I don't give a fuck! Tell that bitch and her nigga
I'm killin', snipin', catchin' murder cases
Desert Stormin', I be searchin' for oasis
As I run a mile wit' a racist
Pullin' swords, hit the Billboard wit' a bullet
Peace to the number seven
Everybody else get the fo'-nine-three-eleven
[Chorus: Method Man & Blue Raspberry]
Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream
I don't know what's going on, if you can take us there
[Verse 4: Streetlife]
Yo, watch me bang the headpiece, there's no survival
My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
Murder, underground beef for the burger
P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of
I switch, the city never sleeps, life's a bitch
I shit, runnin' through bitches like Emmitt Smith
Caution, niggas best to be careful crossin'
The street, before they end up layin' in a coffin
Don't sleep, niggas tend to forget, however
Peep this — my nigga Kase lives forever
[Verse 5: Carlton Fisk]
What evil lurks in the heart of men?
It be the Shadow, street-life, flowin' again
I had a plot, scheme, I knew for sure
Only one kick would knock the hinges off the door
The dread tried to jet, Sabrina at his neck
Thirteen pounds on the table plus a tech
Just when I said, "Where the fuck's the C.R.E.A.M.?"
Another dread came out the kitchen with the M-16
He tried to cock it, blast three shots like rockets
Crushed his collarbone, ripped his arm out the socket
My move for the table was swift, I got my hostage
(The nigga tried to stab you, God!) but I dodged it
Niggas said, "Carlton, you's a ill motherfucker"
'Cause I made it look like they both killed each other
And I'm out
[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream
Mr. Sandman, bring me a good dream
[Outro: Method Man & RZA]
You know what I'm sayin'?
Tical