Текст (слова) песни: Method Man f RZA, Y - Kim - What the Blood Clot!?!

 
[Intro: RZA, (Method Man), {Y-Kim}] 
Shit is bangin! You see what I`m sayin? Our shit is bangin! 
(Our shit is stainin, son) Yo, Shaolin runnin this shit, son! 
Runnin this shit! (Stainin) What`s up, Y-Kim? `Sup, nigga? 
{What`s up, man? What`s up?} What`s up? Representin Brownsville 
Know I`m sayin? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggaz! 
{The alcoholics son} What`s goin on, son? 
Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy! 
(Yeah, peace to the valley goat..) 
Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggaz! 
(Big up The Bridge!) 
 
[Method Man] 
All I hear is gun shots 
Can I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?! 
Nigga want Tical, make it happen 
You know my fuckin style, fuck the rappin! 
We can take it back to eighty-five 
if you wanna start actin like you live 
It`s all good, I`m rollin` with my click 
Owls, Backwoods and Phillies 
Smokin cess blunts, mixed with illy 
Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted 
I`m in the area with the skill that never rusted (What?) 
For real, nigga, touch it and you burn 
When will motherfuckers learn? 
What be spreadin like a germ? Haha, it`s Meth, word 
I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it 
I`m on point, like a fax machine you get the message 
It`s be no question it`s them, bust the second guessin`s 
Keep your thoughts on your lessons 
What the Blood Clot!?! 
To tell the truth, you don`t amaze me 
Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn`t phase me 
What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this 
Smoke a Dutchmaster, have `em screamin for the dutchess 
Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes 
If I don`t do it for mydelf, I`ma do it for Case 
cuz that`s my peoples, we givin you injections that be Lethal 
Weapons, when niggaz start the half steppin 
Then I get evil 
but don`t let that negative vibe right there mislead you 
I`m humble, a fuckin Killa Bee, far from bumble 
I sting you *BZZZT* and I bring you 
Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch 
Why I deal with? I think the mic`s on the fritz 
Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin shit! 
Look up in the sky, it`s a bird, it`s a plane... 
Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name 
What the Blood Clot!?! 
 
[Outro: Method Man, (RZA)] 
Yeah, yeah, you know what I`m sayin? (Yeah, what? What!?!) 
First of all I`d like to give a big peace and shout out 
to my brothers in the belly of the beast 
Raider Ruckus, y`all got my back and one love 
(Y`all niggaz better start stackin) 
June Lover, Shitty Brown (Y`all niggaz better get real) 
Pussin, Pil, P.L.O., Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm 
(All my real ass niggaz get down, to all my niggaz locked down) 
SUUU! We still in here, nigga 
(Y`all gotta party, locked down in the street, nigga) 
Jamel, one love, nigga, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane 
(You get your ass beat in the streets) 
I ain`t forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin 
Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat 
For all the fugitives on the run 
Everybody from Riker`s Island to San Quintan 
And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home 
on work release, keep your heads up niggaz 
 
Oh my God (You what I`m sayin? Peace to the Gods) 
Here we go, here we go, here we go 
(You see that, nigga, fuckin Dirty Bastard? 
That nigga is fuckin crazy!)
 

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