Method Man - Dart Throwing Lyrics
Raekwon the Chef]Let's get it on KokomoJohn John Blazeini, Donna J-BirdYeahAnother Persian legacy[Method] The Iron Lung[Raekwon the Chef]Yo yeahYeah, yo, yoDart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostlesword rockin halibut steak we choppinMili-tia, eight to nine generals at one timeFine we blend wine, go beyond one lineSpot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaleyChopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey'sWetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heaterMy nigga drop losses, strike like AdidasShit is deep, the Grant's still burninThe long time earnin, just got snatched by more GermansEuropeans are seein me bleedin, jet off inthe Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden[Method Man]I dig my life experiences, wrap it upin twelve inches, keepin my defensesPut it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benchesIn the ghetto servin life sentenceMass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalksBusy sidewalks, there's no snoozinStop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern dayPompei on city streets, the Sun pack heatin Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchinOnce again plot thicken, and you succumbto the will of the slum bite your tongueBurn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no oneGuilty by association, stank *****wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I passLet them players flash, and trick on they cashon your funky ass I only buy shit that lastA lifetime I write rhyme, chippin throughthe pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jettyin a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own GettiHead heavy, with deadly medleys[Cappadonna]I opened up my rap bible, then the light cameover the children, as it began to rainI started buildin, spoke many times beforebut didn't score, my reading was poorInjected with the Devil's english, I extinguishand approach all hominyms, shit in your brainWipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holyor get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopediaLeft y'all petrol, my dancehall standoffrap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggoUniform flow, stay strong black my shit is realPeace out bro...[Method Man]TicalEyes as diamonds, time againMother*****ers wanna battle with the bat or penGive it to em raw, give it to em rawdown to the *****in floor, up to the roof with the proofMeth-Tical mad, god damn!Hahahaha, rightMother*****ers
