Method Man - Next Up lyrics

[ 60 Second Assa**in ] I traveled so far Im chewin n***as lyrics for a Mars bar New era, bust em like reign terror So highly Mecca Nas a n***a died and measured The inevitable, beyond the ever so, this deadly technical Scribes get revised in the time before celestial No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight Take light, through the crypts at night Spark pathetic brains and meteorite Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder As lightning strikes snakes out from under Cloudy men drips, sinks Niles of fine mist Worries startin to give, land for the tales out the crypt Of the dark, dead senses, gods of heavenly business Count Dracula told me how to find the eclipse I leave your lip stitched Cause you couldnt mind your business But when it came to this rap, You shouldve vacated the premises Make way for a chilla, guerilla, down low k**a Get loopbtin civil, next up [ Prodigal Sunn ] Yo I believe thats me [ Trebag ] Aiyyo P get on the mic for the NYC [ Prodigal Sunn ] P attack you from the metronome Catch you in your groove home alone Blowin wit the chrome, n***a Im blowin to the bone My title be known, cannibal, dynamical maestro Sparked and fully hydroed my team of psychos Sell it higher than the Eifel Towers Seconds minutes led the hour, wein the power Spittin bibles, the sunshower, the wise out on the scene They think we forget the dream My aura sheens like morphine in your veins Pastors saying can you and your crew, oooh stand the rain Many men possess the gin in the jungle of sin Deeper than, Sunn chosen others frozen From the explosion, my opposition Protect my team of demolitions, full competition Keep em drinkin Benjin Like some chicken heads on the ground Bite the trey pound for foes that wanna get down Me and my clique sharpen the sound Infiltrate the town town town [ Trebag ] Next up [ Hell Razah ] Yo I believe thats me [ Trebag ] Aiyyo Razah get on the mic for the NYC [ Hell Razah ] If I could chew gla** to this, true master sh** check it Hell Razah raise from the dead black Lazaris Hittin a** to this on King Sols mattresses Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate John the Baptist this dip you wit the fish Aladdin out the genie lamp grant you on your wish Trapped in the studio booth and told the truth You better try a video shoot or get the boot From BK to Beirut we shuttin down groups Gatherin the loot while you mackin in a chicken coop Duck duck goose tie him in a noose Whats the use of havin your troops if you dont put them to use? Yall rappers couldnt blow if a windy storm produce And sung a kiddie song and wore a Power Ranger suit Salute the first fruit, King David birth root Play the earths flute just before I execute Next up [ Method Man ] Yo I believe thats me [ Hell Razah ] Aiyyo Meth lock it down like LAPD [ Method Man ] While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese Mr. Freeze givin cold shoulders to mcs The sickest of disease Johnny Blaze at three hundred and sixty degrees My PLO stees is from here to overseas Guerillas in the mist swingin from the highest trees Bombin enemies See me in the global war being all that I can be Camoflauge fatigue, hard headed major league Got em under seige your battleship in sinkin 20,000 leagues beneath sea level Adjust the trebel on that thang thang got your shovel Can you dig it? Keep talkin bout it while we live it All day, every days a Billie Holiday Lady sings the blues get the street news by the way Have you heard crime pay? Hit your block like that lava that burnt Pompei, mega hot In the melting pot, felt the shot around the world We unstoppable like Juggernaut baby girl Armed and dangerous treat militia, Ill make you famous Camoradiated verbal going through changes