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lemme tell you now:
i came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
lets go inside my astral plane
find out my mental based on instrumental
records hey so i can make monumental
methods im not the king but niggaz is decaf
i stick em for the cream check it
just how deep can shit get - get deeper than your fists
and brothers is mad pissed accept it
in your cross colors clothes you crossed over
and now ya totally crossed out and kriss kross
who da boss niggaz get tossed to da side
and im the dark side of the force of course
its the method man from the wu-tang clan
i be hectic and comin for that headpiece protect it
fuck it two tears in a bucket
niggaz want the ruckas? so bust it at me son now bust it
stylez i get buckwild method man on some shit
fuckn niggaz foul son im sick
insane crazy drivin miss daisy
how the fuck am i? now i got mine im swayze
is it real son lemme know its real son if its really real son lemme know its real
load it up and kill one
load it up and kill one
load it up and kill one
if its really real
when i was a little stereo i used to be the champion
i always wonder when i would be the number one - hey hey hey
and now you listen to me darcon darcon
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and all you niggaz come and test me test me
im gonna lick out your brains
mothers wanna hang with the meth bring the rope
cuz the only way you hang is by the neck
nigga pump off a set comin through all your projects
take it as a threat or better yet it is a promise
comin like a vet on some old vietnam shit
you can bet your bottom dollar that im on it
and itll get even worse word to god its the wu
comin through takin niggaz fore theyre
gone gone gone gone gone gone
movin to your left
i came to represent and carve my name within your chest
you can come test realize its no contest son
im the gun who won that old wild west
quick on the draw with my hands on the floor
lovin all those goddamn funky rhymes galore
check it cuz i think not when its hip hop like propa
rhymes be the proof when im drinkin ninety proof vodka
no OJ no no straw
when you give it to me - yeah - give it to me raw i burn
give it to me raw i burn
chest hair
i dont need no chemical blow to pull no ho - no
all i need is chemical bank to pay her up
is it real son lemme know its real son if its really real son
lemme know its
1 2 3 4
kill one - fuck it up and kill one
fuck it up and kill one
lemme know its real
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