Method Man - Grid Iron Rap текст песни

[streetlife]

I silver surf the city circuits, forever lurkin

On the street surface, I spit blood for blood verses

Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land

One manll body slam def jam

Focus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in

I know youre listenin, so I keep showin and provin

Play the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mine

Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme

Fuck a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of new york

I shaolin strut through the city asphault (fed up!)

Hold your head up, Im circlin the block, keep your eyes up

Wise up, before you get sized up (tied up!)

Play no games, speakin on my name, you catch a clipful

From close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change

[method man]

Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all

I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name

Hard to obtain, hard to explain, aint nuttin changed

Leave the same way I came, bringin motherfuckin pain

[streetlife]

Killa hill projects, high-tech street intellect

Lets connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check

[method man]

Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound

Ashes to ashes, yall niggaz goin down

Yo.. eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival

You goin down, yall niggaz fuck around

Shittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme proposal

Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in

[streetlife]

Fuck what you believe in, you real fake, fishin in the same lake

Eatin off the same cake you blowface

[method man]

Who got that ready-cooked, synthetic look, actin crook

Betty-shook worm, tryin to shake the hook, as the world turn

Nigga burn, once again the supersperm

Rub it in your skin, like its lubriderm, time took to write this

The war will be fought by the righteous

Who stand criticized, by his un-a*alike-ness

Knowledge is the jewel, and its priceless

Real like them rahway lifers, nuttin but time on my hands

Observe the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fast

In this savage land, haulin ass, days of thunder

Its road rad, your days are numbered

What rza put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker)

[streetlife]

This is p.l.o., killa hill flow, but you dont hear me though

Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow

Ghett-io slang pro, sling rap to cashflow

Keep it live from the intro until the outro

Killa hill projects, high-tech street intellect

Lets connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check

[method man]

Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound

Ashes to ashes, yall niggaz goin down

[streetlife]

My dick! (my dick!)

Im on a suicide run, yall niggaz know the outcome

Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum

Forty-five bar seminar ghetto rap star

Slide like water rats through the staten resevoir

Swingin swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards

Commercial cats, fuckin up the game, thats why I crash boards

Drape floors while you jordan, keep on tryin yours

Hardcore, somethin that my street niggaz is dyin for

[method man]

Snap your neck and the dopefiend, gobol 13

Professionals we know things, say no more

Check my dogs at the resevoir, gourmet special of the day

Is nigga souflee, pusher gotta pay

And the games people play, john jay back around the way

Fish filet, mr. dj, turn it up a notch

Hit the replay, for dirt bomb niggaz in the pj

To cling-on, bring-on, the good times, to key-on

Hook rhymes thats be-yond, your thinkin, for eons

I been here, to shine on the black mind

Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga

Ragtime, bad sign, flatline..