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Say What

Method Man

Tical 0: The Prequel [Clean]

2004

test (uh-huh), but they forget (yeah) how the M-E-F is so Def (let's go)

Yo, uh, come on, come on, now
Big Meth attack soon as the track come on now

dat bitch
I said aye

You gone take my kid, You gone fuck that prick, and im like aye
Im gone make it big, bitch you make me sick
And the by the way,

spitting some sick shit
I spit a sixteen so immaculate
Your favorite rapper asking what's happening
I'm surpassing them then I look back and I laugh at them

away yeah they sell outs
I drink to ease the pain
I swear that I'm on blackout
Yall coming apart like a frontal
With a weak track out
So take this

a quick flow never spit slow I’m so loudddd you can hear me in the fifth row
Never tried hypnoooosis though I’m so sick but proudddd so you can leave a tip

yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle

Hit it, hit it, hit it

I wonder what it felt like
So I picked up this damn mic
And now I'm spittin the flow
And I dont know where it's gonna go but

This is my job, this isn't a hobby
I make the bangers, they call me Bobby
I'm so eccentric, electrifying
I'm not lying
There's no denying
This is really

Gorbachev, I'm tearing down these walls bitch
Middle finger flipped up in the halls bitch
So much swag I'm hated by the mall kids
Random burst

lyrical extremist is a genius, leave 'em speechless
Sick with the flow, I'm spittin' it so I'm rippin' the track seductively
You mutha fuckas ain't touchin'

then I bet that you would suck it
I'm so sick of doin nothing I feel empty in my stomach
So i carved a jack o lantern went outside and fucked a pumpkin
I

a one track mind now that i'm verified
Ain't got not time for no games
My music all in you veins
So much talent i stay in my lane
You niggas be itching

All I hears chit chat on these tracks never do the spit facts

They tell lies
I’m just tryna get by
Strap a zoot get high 
Need to get my head right

of content
I do my English essay when I'm
Scripting with the pen game
I do my course of math
When I record the track
Physics when I mix it
I do my world

Bass go so low that the
Freaks in the backseat
Get a thrill off the alpine
When it vibrate they asscheeks
I'm Bobby Ray, baby, an All-American athlete
I

Soul by the Pound

Common Sense

Can I Borrow a Dollar?

1992

ground ground 
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound 
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound 
Not a rebound but like a hound I get

of all this internet trolling and all this bullying
Jeeez this is tense give me a chance to vent
I'm sick of going out and getting judged by how I'm

The Heat

Ordinary Peoples

Urban Sprawl

I burn tracks when I'm speakin' just to keep the party freakin,
We keep it hot, while the others heat seakin',
So stop drop and roll 'cause' I'm

It's DrippyBoiA and I'm back on my shit
Back in the booth, every track going sick
Know Drippy gon' spit shit, that nigga don't miss
These niggas

Treading on the tracks in the night time
It never really felt like the right time
Suicide, suicide, suicide

I'm so fucking lonely beneath this

to sit
Angel Joi is legit
Hard work and grit
You don't get it
I'm so sick
They need to quit
I'm glowing up
Bit by bit
I must admit
This song's a hit
Just

to lyricism, it equals I’m sick/

Haters flare with a fit,/
Papers scared of a flip,/
You to me are so looseleaf, man, I tear and I rip/

I am cleaner than

i'm tryna own land
Find my balance in the end, take a flight out to japan

Sick and tired of the same shit
Gotta switch it up so I can make all my

uranium tips
When it hit's many
Mushroom clouds'll elevate
From the three foot by three
Foot hole Berettas make

A few times I been around that track
So