Release Yo Delf (Prodigy Mix I
Method Man Lyrics


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When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry
Your careers won't be lasting long

When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry
Your careers won't be lasting long

Check it, I'm the fuckin man, who they mention
Notice, that other niggas rap styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
Adventure, niggas need to touch they freakin tincture
For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness
Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity

As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh
Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH
What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release, yo delf!!

My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from Big Isle
No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
Niggas lookin all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggas think they bigga
Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
Cocked! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by hoes

What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just breathe in, till then
And keep it movin, baby keep it movin
I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin
Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH

When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry
Your careers won't be lasting long

Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical
Let me hear you say stim-uli

When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong




And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry
Your careers won't be lasting long

Overall Meaning

In "Release Yo Delf," Method Man asserts his dominance in the rap game. He likens his rap flow to his alter ego "Tical," who is bold and unapologetic. He also expresses his contempt for other rappers in the industry, who he believes won't last long. The lyrics reveal Method Man's confidence in his abilities and his strong conviction that he is the "fucking man" in the rap industry.


The song has a rhythm that draws listeners in with a catchy hook that encourages party people to keep moving to the music. The verses that follow are complex and thought-provoking, showcasing Method Man's lyrical skills. He talks about his tendency to resort to violence if anyone tries to mess with him or his Clan. He also speaks about the need for remedies to deal with the sicknesses that are spreading quickly, both in the rap industry and the world.


Line by Line Meaning

When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified
Went onto the stage for the first time and scared everybody


Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
Fled from the stage, feeling like they were being pursued by danger


My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
My style of rap, like Tical, never goes wrong


And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry
Referring to the weak and unskilled rappers in the music business


Your careers won't be lasting long
Your jobs as rappers are not sustainable for a long period


Check it, I'm the fuckin man, who they mention
I am the talked-about and respected man in the business


Notice, that other niggas rap styles is bogus
See that the musical styles of other rappers are fake and without merit


Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Get ready for this intense and powerful rap verse called Tical voodoo


Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Creating a fiery, stimulating sound that catches the audience's attention


Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
Sending the music deep within you because my music comes from a place on the water


Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
Recounting a time when I got lost in a world as deep as the ocean


Adventure, niggas need to touch they freakin tincture
Encouraging people to embrace their adventurous side


For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness
Being aware of the disease that spreads fast and causes problems


Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies
Using my skills to fight against my foes


Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Celebrating my victory with a drink after punishing my enemies


Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity
Arousing emotions in the area around you


Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
The smell of marijuana smoke indicates my presence


As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
Continuing to progress and move on


What's that rhythm what's that sound
Noticing the beat and sound of the music


Party people getting down
The audience enjoying the music and dancing


When it hit the baddest man
Referring to myself as the coolest and most talented man


Just release, yo delf!!
Giving everybody the freedom to enjoy and party to the music


My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
If somebody says that something is happening, then I'll be ready for action


To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
Using my lethal skills to defeat my enemies


I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
Taking on my enemy and defeating him along with his entire family


If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
Challenging anyone who opposes our group to face us head-on


I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope
Coming for the top position that you can't hold onto


Serial, killa, style from Big Isle
My intense style of rap coming from the Big Island


No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
No hesitation, are you ready to join me and fight?


Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
Things are getting serious and dangerous


Niggas lookin all in my face like they want dick
Men staring at me aggressively and disrespectfully


It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
Things are about to get really bad and violent


That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
I can't take it anymore and I'm going to take action


What is it? Niggas think they bigga
Asking why some people think they are better than others


Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
Because they have a firearm and think they're powerful


They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
They don't realize I'm dangerous, especially when I'm rapping


With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Combining my raw sound with a brand of soda called Mystic


Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
Preferring a different drink, like Snapple


Then we try to overthrow the castle
Attempting to take down the corrupt system in place


Better yet the temple I'm comin to your town
Coming to your city to bring change to the established norms


Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
Referring to himself as a black man who is powerful


Cocked! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Warning enemies that they will face consequences if they don't back off


Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
If they don't listen, I'll use my weapon and the battle will end immediately


Here, no more dough will be made
No more money will be gained or accepted


Unless it's being made by hoes
The only way to make money is by exploiting and degrading women


Throw your hands in the sky
Raising your hands in celebration


And wave em from side to side
Waving them in a rhythmic movement


And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical
Asking if the audience is ready for an intense performance


Let me hear you say stim-uli
Encouraging the crowd to join in and say the word stimulus




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, DINO FEKARIS, FREDERICK J. PERREN, ROBERT F. DIGGS

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