Method Man lyrics
Method Man lyrics
"Meth Vs. Chef lyrics"
Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You lyrics
You're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you you'd be like heaven to touch oh, I want to hold you so much At long last love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive you're just too good to be true I can't take my eyes off of you Oh, in the way that I stare There's nothin' else to compare the thought of you leaves me weak there
(feat. Raekwon the Chef)You're just too good to be true can't take my eyes off of you you'd be like heaven to touch oh, I want to hold you so much At long last love has arrived and I thank God I'm alive you're just too good to be true I can't take my eyes off of you Oh, in the way that I stare There's nothin' else to compare the thought of you leaves me weak there
[Intro:]
Duel, worthy of a general
If you want to fight, fight with me!
One to one! Man to man!
Get ready to gel team!
Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
It's about to go on, Tical!
You make the call, I make the call!
It's all for all
Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
(count my shells)
And there's about to be one left
(count my shells, nigga)
I know you know it'son kid
(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)
[bell rings]
[Verse One: Method Man]
Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
niggaz thought,
I Useta Know Her lyrics
Talking: Ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls, pimps playas & women of the night, welcome to the world of Rhythm-al-ism. Now since this is my intro, I'ma do somethin' a little crazy check it out. We gon' show off a little bit now watch it, 'cause these ain't no studio tricks. Hmph. I glide smooth over any groove to pro
that they could walk a dog but they caughtTalking: Ladies & gentlemen, boys & girls, pimps playas & women of the night, welcome to the world of Rhythm-al-ism. Now since this is my intro, I'ma do somethin' a little crazy check it out. We gon' show off a little bit now watch it, 'cause these ain't no studio tricks. Hmph. I glide smooth over any groove to pro
a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical
A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck
hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat
Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
The Sea lyrics
I woke up from a dream A white rose was floating to greet... the sea Morning light, race me down The wooden path, can't catch me now... the sea Will you wade with me? You and me, all alone? Wadin' on the sea I grab your toes and now I understand The symbol of the rose, it floats on my hand On this great sea strand Hang on to
Bobbin on my nob like an all day suckerI woke up from a dream A white rose was floating to greet... the sea Morning light, race me down The wooden path, can't catch me now... the sea Will you wade with me? You and me, all alone? Wadin' on the sea I grab your toes and now I understand The symbol of the rose, it floats on my hand On this great sea strand Hang on to
[bell rings] Bitch!
Meth Vs. Chef
(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef
(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death
[bell rings]
[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]
I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks
You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin
Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt
cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
Time for
Idolized lyrics
Blasting The SilenceIn Anti-Meaning InfamyWhat An Addictive EnigmaYou Wish - You`Ll GetI See No Need To FollowCoz I Don`T Want DespiteSave Your Courage For The NextTragedy In LineI See The Verge Of The EndFallRejoice In Idle Cycles Of ShameDon`T Turn Back - Don`T Talk To MeYou Fuckin` Waste Of PridePick Up
jet-black Tim boot, flowinBlasting The SilenceIn Anti-Meaning InfamyWhat An Addictive EnigmaYou Wish - You`Ll GetI See No Need To FollowCoz I Don`T Want DespiteSave Your Courage For The NextTragedy In LineI See The Verge Of The EndFallRejoice In Idle Cycles Of ShameDon`T Turn Back - Don`T Talk To MeYou Fuckin` Waste Of PridePick Up
Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session
Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
[bell rings]
'Tack you like chess moves best move
Yo, yeah, yo
The boards, your ass
'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*
'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew
Live direct, yeah you better step
Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
Motivate, to the gate
With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle
Airwaves, yo behave
Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
[bell rings three times]
Ahh shit!
[Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth]