Method Man - Release Yo' Self (prodigy Mix) lyrics

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Method Man - Release Yo' Self (prodigy Mix) lyrics

When I first stepped on the scene, n***as was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you b**h-a** n***as in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long When I first stepped on the scene, n***as was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you b**h-a** n***as in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long Check it, I'm the f**in man, who they mention Notice, that other n***as rap styles is bogus Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure, n***as need to touch they freakin tincture For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh Keep it movin baby we be movin uh Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH What's that rhythm what's that sound Party people getting down When it hit the baddest man Just release, yo delf!! My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set To blow a n***a up, with my Five Fingers of d**h I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother Serial, k**a, style from Big Isle No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at? sh**'s gettin deep in here, I mean like thick n***as lookin all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo' That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo' What is it? n***as think they bigga Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic Better yet a Snapple, n***a want the juice But he don't want the ha**le Then we try to overthrow the castle Better yet the temple I'm comin to your town Black man, the rental, God, the pistol co*ked! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops Here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by hoes What's that rhythm what's that sound Party people getting down When it hit the baddest man Just breathe in, till then And keep it movin, baby keep it movin I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH When I first stepped on the scene, n***as was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you b**h-a** n***as in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long Throw your hands in the sky And wave em from side to side And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical Let me hear you say stim-uli When I first stepped on the scene, n***as was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you b**h-a** n***as in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long

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