Method Man - Supa Ninjaz Lyrics
repeating in background:] "rock, the body body -- rock the body body"[U-God]Dino the dart specialistKnahmean?Golden Arms, yoMeth-Tical, John John do your thing thingWhat? Check itThe all eye seein, heavenly divineThe truth brings out, the temper in my spineA Hill sound again, feelin symptoms that bit meI feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh)A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzyBack the ***** up, cause I'm stimmi off the RemiA semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nutsEvery cut, I split and try and felt the guts (what?)Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissinThe razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed emAppropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it curtainsI'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavementfor mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin saviorAmerica the grave for gun wavers (what?)The wave runners, what the blood seed againMake you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your mindswith right timin, bite with vampire rhymes[Method Man]Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eyeFour metal street soldiers, born to diePut em up yeah ***** yeah, when it's Hammertimeniggaz can't be touched here, the true and livinNight vision unseen, like Jeanwhen I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prisonin the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon, now you succumbinto my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergastedby tracks that be Tru Mastered, opposites attractbeef plus they ass backwards, stick yourselftil I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealtLike hot peas and butter nigga, I got the beltWhat the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariotI walk the Underground Railroad, with HarriettJust a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alienAbout to put that shit up in em, I Can't LiveWithout My Radio, a 100 Miles and RunninT2 Judgment comin, nobody's safewhen I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircasewhen the coppers give chase, I give em fingerThe only hip-hop singer, to tell Americato kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can save yafrom this major misbehavior, heavy handslayin corners in the elevator, guard your grill[Cappadonna]I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerateDictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plateset the bait, checkmate, *****in with cha mental stateDouble take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplateBig boys integrate; catch you at the sess skateArmy tank, high rank, got the bankGot the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New Yorkto Up North to downstate to L.A., to all dayTo cliches to instant replays, to all the DJ'sTo PJ's, in the PJ's, equality daysWith money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundheadThe dog bred, snakes runnin from red, catch deadBig born is on take the uniform, we performshit like gangs are now born check for new dawn***** a U Conn, you been warned, we the realestWe never were conned, duffed out and knowledge born("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - [repeat til fade
