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Method Man - Elements - текст песни, видео

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Method Man - Elements - текст песни, видео

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[Method Man] 
(There...there?) 
One more game 
Yo uh huh uh huh 
Staar 
Surround sounder blunt smokin remy downer 
Hip hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder 
You get skidawed undertakin' undergrounders 
This lyricist lounge with low that be lounger 
Aliens is out of townish fuck applause 
niggas clap now with forty pounders and fourty fours 
Is it all fair in love with war 
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh 
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh 
My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature 
Low and these niggas love to hate ya 
Request the henney straight no chaser 
Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya 
Now gimme yours 
[Star] 
Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal 
Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars 
(Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ 
Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon 
(Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells 
My squad camoflauge your wealth 
Like the bible with parabels 
With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data 
That'll tickle you now, but sway you later 
[Method Man] 
On this one call me Lee Major 
Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic 
Still not a player, I just fuck alot the panty raider 
Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager 
Stankin' ass 
[Polite] 
Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet 
You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it 
Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze 
I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees 
I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs 
Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood 
Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental 
Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple 
Chorus 
[All] 
You better come with your best gun 
Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun 
Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now 
My squads down for whatever with whoever now 
Let's get it on 
Best to come with your best gun 
Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun 
Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now 
My squads down for whatever with whoever now 
Let's get it on 
[Star] 
Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock 
We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got 
Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps 
Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets 
This raw rebel got more metal than pop 
And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores settled 
A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap 
Clowns are found flat, face down around the map 
Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five 
The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine 
[Method Man] 
I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump 
Body in the trunk, stay in line punk, 
(Fucking with your mind?) 
[Polite] 
Yo 
You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you 
Never go against my team, they might embarrass you 
Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed 
Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws 
Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro 
Two choices, bass off or either die slow 
We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar 
Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler 
[Method Man] 
Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher 
These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from 
The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder 
Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin' 
Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction 
Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin' 
Suckin' away from bustin' 
Yall brothers laugh now and cry later 
I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega 
Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass 
Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class 
Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot 
With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot 
On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me 
After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok 
Plus we got a problem with the Benz 
(What's the problem with the Benz) 
She want the six-hundred, but she aint got the ends 
Chorus 
[All] 
You better come with your best gun 
Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun 
Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now 
My squads down for whatever with whoever now 
Let's get it on
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