Episode 11
Method Man Apocalipps Iron Mic Lyrics
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Yo, yo, yo
Me and my niggas, we comtemplate and puff sour
How we gon' crash an airplane into the Trump Towers
Freedom of speech, go grab your heat, then pump showers
Don't want the money this time because I want the power
Fuck tracks, bust nuts through wack condoms
Flow greasy, stack paper so easy
This little nigga stay here, open, like Cole Beasley
I'm at an all time high, you can't stop the feelin'
If my success make you sick, here's some amoxicillin
Six doses, beats is hypnosis
Meth lab is open, bitch, so get focused
It's big business, we sellin' them plants
And nowadays I got more P's than Kerry Durant
And all the smokers called it dope, so we gave it a stamp
Dispensaries got stripper poles in case you girls wanna dance
One thing you gon' know about Apocalipps (What's that?)
Feel I take this whole shit 'cause I'm an optimist
You poppin' shit, then pop a clip, get knocked then lock your lips
And if you snitch I'ma hit you in your esophagus
So I don't deal wit'chu Dave and Busters
I got an angry little mob that'll smoke all of your dutches
Now, keep hatin' THOT, eat a sausage
Minnesota or Cleveland, I'ma get love regardless
And don't nobody get it confused
It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
Yo, we the kings of New York where cash rules
In this game called life, you can't lose
And don't nobody get it confused
It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
Your gun up under the seats, we pay dues
We'll check S-I live, we bad news
And don't nobody get it confused
It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
Yeah, yeah
My game patient, it's complicated but so am I
Patiently waitin', I Playstation, I'm so N-Y
My foul flavor, one word is blick and I'm fortified
Big bully, Michael Jordan wearin' a forty five
One in his head, if he ain't dead, he borderline
Dope, every rhyme that I say, go 'head and snort a line
Sublime, if you didn't know I'm a water sign
Whatever floatin' your boat, just know the water mine
Stick your toe in, the water's fine, I'm positive
And I'm thinkin' positive but I'm thinkin' the problem is (What?)
That when I'm thinkin' 'bout opps, I'm thinkin' opposite
Plus I still think I'm in my Prime 'cause I'm an Optimus
My clan on top of it
Gettin' poppin', we poppin' it
'Cause in the spur of the moment wouldn't care, just pop a bitch
Meth proposterous
S-I, no stoppin' it
And once we get the key to City Hall, boy, we lockin' it
We the kings of New York where cash rules
In this game called life, you can't lose
And don't nobody get it confused
It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
Your gun up under the seats, we pay dues
We'll check S-I live, we bad news
And don't nobody get it confused
It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
Yo
Don't ever lil' bro me, nigga, I'm big homie
On Deck like Inspector, yup, the weapon on me
Do not get confused, we just switched up the hustle
Probably took you a minute to get it, all muscle
Hit that emoji, these rappers is phoney
They kill for this D-N-A, but you can't clone me
This is God given, hard livin', Mars' vision
You new niggas can't really rock to our rhythm
Nope, this is massacre music
This is Meth Lab, a death jab, let's back into it
You tired of the producers dancin' all in the videos (Then what?)
Then come to Staten Island you little silly hoes
They see me go back, you see sparks like a milli, yo
Young legend gettin' this young money, a milli, though
And I don't throw shots, nigga, I shoot 'em
I still white tee, Yankee hat and Timberland boot 'em (Let's go)
This is easy work
Probably see me in the street promotin' peace, still do you greasy, jerk
I been bangin' since Meth was on that stoop with Mary
I was loungin' on the low when the hours were scary
Everybody was choppin' back and forth 'cross the ferry
These bars are one of one, try not to compare me
Meth Lab
Staten Island vs. Everybody
There is no competition
We the kings of New York where cash rules
In this game called life, you can't lose
And don't nobody get it confused
It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
Your gun up under the seats, we pay dues
We'll check S-I live, we bad news
And don't nobody get it confused
It's Staten Island vs. everybody this time, fool
In the song "Episode 11" by Method Man Apocalipps Iron Mic, the lyrics delve into themes of rebellion, power, and pride, specifically representing Staten Island (S-I) and its residents. The opening lines express a provocative idea of crashing an airplane into the Trump Towers, symbolizing a radical act of defiance against structures of wealth and power. The lyrics also touch on the desire for power rather than mere financial gain, emphasizing the need to challenge and dismantle existing systems.
The next few verses highlight the artist's skill and dominance in the rap game. They boast about their ability to effortlessly make money and their success making others jealous. The mention of amoxicillin as a cure for sickness caused by their success could be seen as a metaphorical way of saying that their talent and achievements can't be cured or undermined.
The lyrics further emphasize their complete focus on their craft, with references to their "meth lab" and the hypnotic beats they create. The artists assert their dominance in the industry and their defiance towards those who doubt or criticize them. The mention of having more "P's" (presumably referring to weed or drugs) than Kerry Durant suggests their involvement in underground or illicit activities.
The song then switches gears to depict the pride and loyalty felt towards Staten Island. The artists assert their position as the "kings of New York" and declare their loyalty to their hometown. This loyalty is shown through the imagery of concealed guns, the payment of dues, and the reputation they have created.
The closing verses touch on their unique style and individuality within the rap scene. The lyrics emphasize their status as legends and their refusal to conform or be copied. They challenge other rappers, claiming that they cannot match their authenticity and talent. The lyrics also touch on their longevity in the industry, referencing the early days of rap and the struggles they faced.
Overall, the song serves as a declaration of rebellion, power, and pride, highlighting the artists' defiance against the status quo and their unwavering loyalty to Staten Island. It celebrates their dominance in the rap game and the individuality they bring to the table.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Clifford Smith Jr.
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