Dart Throwing
Cappadonna Lyrics

Let's get it on Kokomo
Let's start this song

Another Persian legacy
Continuing the legacy of Persian (Iranian) culture and history

The Iron Lung
Method Man's nickname or persona in this song

Dart throwing yo aimin' at your nostril Aeropostle
Using quick, precise rhymes to attack the listener's attention, like throwing darts at their nose

Sword rockin' halibut steak we choppin
The MCs are cutting through their competition like sword-wielding chefs chopping fish steaks

Militia eight to nine generals at one time
Cappadonna's rap crew is like a military unit, with powerful leaders and soldiers working together

Fine we blend wine go beyond one line
The rappers mix their words like fine wine and refuse to be limited to just one style or subject

Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Identifying the enemies or backstabbers hiding in plain sight, like a snake in its skin

Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
Metaphorically punishing or defeating their foes, then celebrating with a drink

Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater
Being hotter than milk fresh from a cow, and using a blanket as a metaphor for their music warming up the crowd

My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas
Their team makes sacrifices or mistakes, but they still move forward and hit hard, like Adidas sneakers

Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin'
The situation is complicated or intense, and the fire of their passion and ambition still blazes

The long time earnin', just got snatched by more Germans
Despite years of hard work, success can slip away or be taken by new competitors

Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
People from other cultures are witnessing the struggles or pain the rappers face, but they still fly away confidently

The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
Riding a luxurious Lexus car, wearing ski goggles, and enjoying high-end food, showing off their wealth and status

I dig my life experiences, wrap it up
Method Man embraces the ups and downs of his life and weaves them into his music

In twelve inches, keepin' my defenses
He uses 12-inch vinyl records and lyrics to protect himself from harm and express his thoughts

Put it up in raw trenches, holdin' court on the park benches
He shares his music on the gritty streets, holding court like a judge or king, and connecting with ordinary people

In the ghetto servin' life sentence
Being trapped in poverty and struggle feels like being imprisoned for life

Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
The chaos of urban life, especially in New York City, can be overwhelming

Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin'
The streets are always busy and active, and you can't let your guard down

Stop actin' like it's me losin', peep my modern day Pompeii on city streets
Don't underestimate his skills or think he's failing, as he's like a modern-day Pompeii volcano, erupting with creativity and power on the streets

The Sun pack heat
The MCs and their rhymes are as powerful and intense as the heat of the sun

In Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin'
In the tough neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen, it's time to hustle and get rich quickly

Once again plot thicken, and you succumb
The story or situation becomes even more complicated or dramatic, and the weak-minded or unlucky fail to keep up

To the will of the slum bite your tongue
In the harsh, unforgiving urban environment, it's better to stay silent than speak out and face the consequences

Burn a bush with the Iron Lung
Method Man uses his powerful voice, like an iron lung respirator, to spread his message and set obstacles on fire like Moses' burning bush

Pay dirt to no one
He doesn't owe anyone anything, and only cares about his own success and freedom

Guilty by association, stank bitch
Being judged or blamed unfairly because of who you hang out with, and calling out a female who smells bad

Want to give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass
Rejecting a woman who wants to have sex with him, and calling her unappealing

Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
He lets other guys show off their wealth and spend foolishly, while he saves his money and invests in himself

On your funky ass I only buy shit that lasts
He only invests in quality products or experiences, and avoids cheap or temporary ones

A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin' through
Method Man dedicates his whole life to writing and perfecting his rhymes

The pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty
After creating new songs or ideas, he takes off like a jet and performs them for an audience

In a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti
He enjoys his success and independence, riding in a classic Chevrolet car and enjoying high-quality food

Head heavy, with deadly medleys
He feels the weight of his talent and responsibility, and creates powerful mixes of songs or lyrics

I opened up my rap bible, then the light came
Cappadonna draws inspiration and guidance from his rap skills, and feels enlightened

Over the children, as it began to rain
He shares his knowledge and creativity with younger rappers, like a refreshing rain

I started buildin', spoke many times before
He started crafting his rhymes and ideas, and has honed his skills over time

But didn't score, my reading was poor
Despite his early attempts to rap, he struggled with reading and writing

Injected with the Devil's English, I extinguish
He overcame his linguistic challenges and fights back against the negative forces of life

And approach all homonyms, shit in your brain
He skillfully uses words with similar sounds, or homonyms, to mess with the listener's mind

Wipe my ass with the phenomenons, be holy
He doesn't care about following trends or copying others' styles, but instead strives to be original and virtuous

Or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia
If he doesn't succeed, he'll drown his sorrows with expensive champagne, but still has plenty of knowledge and rhymes to offer

Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff
He leaves his competition in the dust or without fuel, and shows off his reggae-style dance moves

Rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?
He imitates another reggae artist and adds echo effects, challenging his opponents to respond

Beware my psycho, lime piece tec-o leggo
He warns others to be cautious of his craziness, as he starts firing his gun and shouting in Jamaican dialect

Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real
He maintains a consistent style and stays true to himself, showing his authenticity and black pride

Peace out bro
Ending the song with a farewell to his listeners

Eyes as diamonds, time again
Method Man's eyes sparkle with intensity, and it's time to start delivering his rhymes again

Motherfuckers want to battle with the bat or pen
His rivals want to compete with aggressive weapons or clever words, but he's ready to face them

Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
He's not holding back, and is spitting his rhymes with full force and honesty

Down to the fuckin' floor, up to the roof with the proof
His rhymes hit hard and reach all levels, from the low floors to the high rooftops, proving his talent

Meth-Tical mad, god damn!
Method Man is enraged and ready to destroy his opponents

Hahahaha, right
Adding a sarcastic laugh and nodding his head in agreement to his own words