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Ce titre est extrait de l'album : Blackout!

Année de sortie : 2002 (MethodMan) Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Sing a song of 6 pence, a pocket full of rye
Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Tical get hmmmmmmm

Blacker than your blackest stallion, hit your house'n
Projects, I represent the Shaolin my nigga!
Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow
We'll be going down, diggy diggy down diggy down down

(Redman) While the planet and the stars and the moons collapse
When I raise my trigger finger Y'all niggas hit the decks
Cause ain't no need for that hustlers and hardcore
Raw to the floor raw like Reservor Dogs

The green eye bandit can't stand it
With more fruitier loops that they toucan Sam Bitch!
Plus, the Bombazee got me wild
Fuckin' with us?It's a straight suicide

(Refrain)
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
It's the FunkDoctorSpoke smokin' buddha on the train
How High!...So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick! So sick that you can suck my dick
Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Recognize Johnny Blaze ain't a damn thing changed?
How High!...So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick! So sick that you can suck my dick

(MethodMan) 10,9,8,7,6,5,4
3,2, murder 1 lyric at your door
Tical bring it to that ass raw
Breakin' all the rules like glass jaws

Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours
Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
More than you bargained for
Tical that stays open like an allnight store

For real, I keep it ill like a piece of blue steel
Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
And end your existence M-E-T
Ain't no use for resistance H-O-D

(Redman) I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
Examine my nuts, I dont stop till I get enough
6 million ways to die, so I chose
Made it 6 million and 1 with your eyes closed

The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap
And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass
And yo my man (Tical) hit me now
Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now

Forget me not, I rock the spot, check glock
Empty off a lickin off a hip hop
Fuck the billboard, Im a bullet on my block
How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot?

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
It's the FunkDoctorSpoke smokin' buddha on the train
How high!...So high that I can kiss the sky
How sick! So sick that you can suck my dick

(MethodMan) As I run around with a racist
My style was born in the 50 stair cases
Dig it, eff a rap critic, he talk about it while I live it
If Red got the blunt, Im the second one to hit it

(Redman) Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and glocks in ya
Enter the centa, lyrics bang like rico-chet
Rabbit, I brings havoc with an A-K matic
Rollin blunts an all day habit

I get it on like Smiff and Wess, who clicks the best
Punks take a sip and test who split your vest
The funk phenomenon I'm bombin you like Lebanon
Blow canals of Panama just off stamina

Refrain x2

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