Therapy
Method Man, Redman, Masta Killa
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Yo, I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic The first fresh thoughts of the day is so clear When I walk, in my head, there's a voice that talks In my ear I can hear so clear, you think I'm buggin' right? I'm just contemplating the song how to flow this Out to the West Side my killer Cali gangstas Ride and get the head right Yo son, I'm on the next flight in Twist something tight I'm guaranteed to write a hit song before we reach Throw the instrumental on it, watch the word pattern of speech Man-formed military arm ready to swarm, get your party on Drinks on the house tonight, ladies lookin' right Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves strong Ghost want the red light on before we get on An hour's too short to rock, we got a million songs Yo I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic Light my first blunt of the day to start the movement I'm sittin' in the room with a view, there's always room for improvement So I grab my coat and go and prove it Just me against the world, you can find me in the streets Yo spot me in the lobby, probably find me in the freak Cop a 'Rari, the lobby, in the lining of my seats Tryna put me in a lineup 'til I wind up in the beast That's the belly, how dare they tryna tell me when to eat With a plate of food barely in my reach My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets Wear the same Pelle-Pelle's for a week But now we livin' life A such a good life I wish that I could live it twice I'd probably make the same wiz my wife It's Wu-Tang Clan, always collect cheddar Proper education, always correct errors Yo, bananas, Redman so gorilla Chi-town know I'm pimping the mic, nigga One hit, and chicks follow me like Twitter Crack when I talk, I light the mic steam up The fiends hit it, chicks swing with it I'll box niggas in like Don King did it Sixteens I write, it's seems so vivid My notebooks, I'm lettin' eBay bid in I get dough, bad pair for the sick flow My weed more greener than Lou Ferrigno My right-hand man hand on the pistol I crack these squares up like Nabisco Oh, look at me, I'm lightweight But with the heart to peel back your white meat Your wifey want me to make her wifey Hit it, make the bitch hyphy at high speed, Doc
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Written by: Clifford Smith, Reginald Noble, Jamel Irief
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