Method Man - And You Don't Stop lyrics

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Method Man - And You Don't Stop lyrics

[Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'? Def Jam, knowumsayin'? n***as like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut I'm sittin' in my west, I'm an*lyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head I feel a**urin' durin', also glad Yes, feel a**ured by knowin' I won 'cause there's no one who can f** wit A-Sun I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet If you don't believe n***a, get hyper and try it Yes it is me, a total fresh MC Yo, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your a** feel Other MC's, you are bound to fall 'cause your real world is not a world at all [1 - Street] Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin' Techique too deadly Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again When yu catch the second wind, I'll break you in [Masta k**a] Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene These cats over here got glock holdin' him down These n***as scheming, I'm seeing everything Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my Agent high told best friend of the wine [Method Man] Still drunk offa cheap wine Holdin' front lines, n***as wanna front, fine f** wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine Swine n***a's come as hard as a pork rind Can you dig it? Only five percent live it While the rest of you fake n***as try to get it Now f** around [Repeat 1] [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Down wit the All In Together Now Crew The GZA, the RZA, me of course too The thing I'm an*lyzing is strickly Hip Hop That's what's made, well made is on my workshop You was unable plus earn advance Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost Man, I mean really, that sh** is mad hype Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics I became a wrecker through my amplifier Break it down base, treble through my dancer That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music It's not cla**ic, arabic, or basic It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly If not don't you pick me and forget me [Repeat 1]

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