Method Man - Grid Iron Rap Lyrics
[streetlife]I silver surf the city circuits, forever lurkinOn the street surface, I spit blood for blood versesGrands man divided, we still stand, conquer landOne manll body slam def jamFocus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune inI know youre listenin, so I keep showin and provinPlay the sideline, waitin for the right time to take mineStreet crime, nickel and dime rhyme***** a peace talk, let the gun spark, on the streets of new yorkI shaolin strut through the city asphault (fed up!)Hold your head up, Im circlin the block, keep your eyes upWise up, before you get sized up (tied up!)Play no games, speakin on my name, you catch a clipfulFrom close range, diggin in your pocket, take the loose change[method man]Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it allI want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my nameHard to obtain, hard to explain, aint nuttin changedLeave the same way I came, bringin mother*****in pain[streetlife]Killa hill projects, high-tech street intellectLets connect, blow your headset, ***** a mic check[method man]Ring around the underground, pocket full of soundAshes to ashes, yall niggaz goin downYo.. eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survivalYou goin down, yall niggaz ***** aroundShittin where you sleepin, so my rhyme proposalCame indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in[streetlife]***** what you believe in, you real fake, fishin in the same lakeEatin off the same cake you blowface[method man]Who got that ready-cooked, synthetic look, actin crookBetty-shook worm, tryin to shake the hook, as the world turnNigga burn, once again the superspermRub it in your skin, like its lubriderm, time took to write thisThe war will be fought by the righteousWho stand criticized, by his un-a*alike-nessKnowledge is the jewel, and its pricelessReal like them rahway lifers, nuttin but time on my handsObserve the black sands in the hourglass, fallin fastIn this savage land, haulin ass, days of thunderIts road rad, your days are numberedWhat rza put together let no man tear asunder (mother*****er)[streetlife]This is p.l.o., killa hill flow, but you dont hear me thoughLive in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blowGhett-io slang pro, sling rap to cashflowKeep it live from the intro until the outroKilla hill projects, high-tech street intellectLets connect, blow your headset, ***** a mic check[method man]Ring around the underground, pocket full of soundAshes to ashes, yall niggaz goin down[streetlife]My dick! (my dick!)Im on a suicide run, yall niggaz know the outcomeRazor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrumForty-five bar seminar ghetto rap starSlide like water rats through the staten resevoirSwingin swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awardsCommercial cats, *****in up the game, thats why I crash boardsDrape floors while you jordan, keep on tryin yoursHardcore, somethin that my street niggaz is dyin for[method man]Snap your neck and the dopefiend, gobol 13Professionals we know things, say no moreCheck my dogs at the resevoir, gourmet special of the dayIs nigga souflee, pusher gotta payAnd the games people play, john jay back around the wayFish filet, mr. dj, turn it up a notchHit the replay, for dirt bomb niggaz in the pjTo cling-on, bring-on, the good times, to key-onHook rhymes thats be-yond, your thinkin, for eonsI been here, to shine on the black mindTell you like the last time, year of the grimy niggaRagtime, bad sign, flatline..
