Method Man Lyrics

Method Man Lyrics

"Blackout Lyrics"

A Vampire's Lament Lyrics
I am the walking dead heartbreaker... my apologies... I'm happy you'll never understand... what it's like to be... trapped under six feet of... solid glass... I can see out, but no one gets in... Screaming at the prison... I've locked myself into.. I'm sorry that I'm still breathing... and that I'll Kill again... but the loneliness is too much... for me to handle. the taste of fresh blood... pushes me on.

Intro: Method Man:

*All my people...!*



Redman

It's Funk Doc

Where da weed at, bitch?!

I speed back wist, down to one-way from cops

See thas' shit?! Believe thas' shit!

Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v.

Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to

Project-ballers

You yell: "Turn the heat down!"

My voice, D.V.D. round-sound, some herb round town

And chances of ya'll leavin', round now

Wait later, will make Funk page paper

Date Raper wit' Juvenile 8th Graders

Hit the High School at 187 Caesar

When I bust ya'll need to back 4 acres

Doc ya'll and that's my man Jabberjaw

The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?

I'm from the underground, my soundlib

Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!
Reflection Lyrics
( Del naja, Davidge ) 3D Take me where the tides start And i can pull you into me You're really crushing gravity Your corona is reaching consequences ??? my ??? It all comes back to me ??? Collects like dust around my head And lightly rings and clings Can't be shakin' off the ??? Like characters we ??? and ??? You're ??? to ??? you There's nothing i can save for this No fold it up in 2 o



Chorus: Meth & Red

GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH 'EM

JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT!

Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM

Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM

Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT

MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL

IT!

Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM

Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM



Method Man:

Now I'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin'

Approach me with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'?

My hand that rock yo' cradle often

I'm hot-scorchin', but stone cold like Steve Austin

If you smell what Tical cookin', ain't try to see

central bookin'

So til ya gon' stop lookin', now what you did last

summer?

So I started hookin', you past shookin'

Over open can I
Soul Brother #1 Lyrics
"He's a SWEET soul brother" [Pete Rock] Soul Brother #1, here I come on the new tip Nestle coated right, cause I'm rich thick and chocolate Plug up any mic I'll bet you Pete Rock'll spark it Hons always ask what's the bulge in my pocket I tell em, "Papes," I rock them top to bottom Never hesitate to say ("Mmm I got them") Oppressed on the Hillside, over on the chill-side of town, so let's ge
ss-whoopin'?

Ain't no tomorrows in the Method's Little Shop Of

Horrors

Go ask your father who the father from the Hill to

Harbor

You know tha saga, marijuana bustin' Goldschlaager

With deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and

Reggie

Don't even bother, the radio for back-up

Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his

icin'

Streetlife is triflin' *Body over here...!*

Col' make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga' ear

Precisin', slicin' jugulars the cut-crew

Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, etc.

People's champ, niggaz be takin' all competetors

Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone

Straight from the Catacomb

The Children Of The Corn, that don't got a clue

Prepare for desert storm!



Chorus


Beautiful Night Lyrics
(Music and lyrics by Elisa Toffoli) A beautiful night's a beautiful night Its colorful soul's embracing my song And a cello's playing in my head Just for me And a new desire is blowing sounds In my ear Shall I go for a smile? Shall I or Shall I keep it to myself? But I would share it with you If you could understand... A beautiful night's a beautiful night My happiness came like sand in the wind Oh I

I scored 1.1 on my SAT

And still push a whip with a right and left AC

Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called

I'm behind the brickwall with arsenic jaws

Spit poison, got a gun permit draw

Gundown at Sundown you keep score!

This training-course and ya'll ain't fit

On my crew-tombstone put 'We All Ain't Shit'



Meth

Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be

When will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait

ya turn

I spit a .41 Revolver on New Year's Eve

With the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.'s

The most slept on since Rip Van Wink

My shit stink with every element from A to Zinc

So what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink?

You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe

Go get a shrink...



Chorus





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