Method Man in the booth lyrics

A'ight

Rap City Tha Bassment, Big Tig', EQ, Method Man hey

Method Man hey

It's going down, check it out one time.

Off the top I guarantee there's no equal,

his new album in stores - Tikal 0, man, The Prequel.

You know how we do when me and my crew bang,

been rapping this kid, since he was down with Wu-Tang.

Back in the days, into the chamber 36,

Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix, provided by EQ,

test me and my crew, guarantee you lose,

man your whole crew snoozed.

Meth, Tikal, standing behind me right now,

you know how we do, we keep it moving with freestyle.

I'ma step to the right, you blow the spotlight,

dynamite, hey man come on and make it right.

Yeah, Mr. Meth AKA John John phenomenon,

AKA Alicia Keys boyfriend in the video, here we go.

Yo, yo, yo, oh shit lo and behold,

rhythm and Meth got another ninja scroll.

man I injure foes, send chills down their spines

like I'm December cold, never bend or fold

like a wallet. Can't call it, can't pretend to know.

Whack shit, turn my back on it like a friend that stole

been in the game ten years, I got ten to go.

It's the prince and the dark knight let's begin day-O,

call me mister low maintenance,

tell them ho's I'm like a doctor that lost his license,

I got no patients, I got time for wasting,

if you ain't fam you ain't relating,

these hating hot dog rappers is baking,

Without love, like a stoner without bud,

your ass is as flat as a soda without suds

Who got the nerve to think that Meth can't rhyme

put a nine to your skull and get that out your mind, mind

Yes! Uh oh! Like Lumi Dee,

if Meth ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be,

when I choke hold mics I don't give'em room to breathe,

I'm just doing me, but girl if you're fine I'll do you free,

by now if you don't know who it be, don't make me tell,

just know I killer Mike like that kid from ATL,

If you fail to plan, baby plan to fail

see my game ugly ... like Sam Cassel,

I'm so funky I can't even stand the smell,

come on, life's a drag, roll it up and inhale,

don't get comfy, I cramp your style like a monthly,

even Demi Moore need more than Ashton Kutcher to punk me,

my 4-5 bars, just one shot'll clear the block,

like it's time for 106 & Park,

Staten Island dropping your ass, we mean business,

my gun'll put a shot in your ass,

like free clinics