Elements
Method Man Polite & Star Lyrics


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[Featuring Star Polite]

[Method Man]

(There...there?)

One more game
Yo uh huh uh huh

Staar

Surround sounder blunt smokin remy downer

Hip hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder

You get skidawed undertakin' undergrounders

This lyricist lounge with low that be lounger

Aliens is out of townish fuck applause

niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty fours

Is it all fair in love with war

Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh

Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh

My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature

Low and these niggas love to hate ya

Request the henney straight no chaser

Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya

Now gimme yours

[Star]

Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal

Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars

(Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ

Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon

(Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells

My squad camoflauge your wealth

Like the bible with parabels

With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data

That'll tickle you now, but sway you later

[Method Man]

On this one call me Lee Major

Million dollar man, bionic or professor chronic

Still not a player, I just fuck a lot the panty raider

Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager

Stankin' ass

[Polite]

Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet

You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it

Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze

I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees

I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs

Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood

Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental

Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple

Chorus

[All]

You better come with your best gun

Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun

Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now

My squads down for whatever with whoever now

Let's get it on

Best to come with your best gun

Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun

Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now

My squads down for whatever with whoever now

Let's get it on

[Star]

Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock

We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got

Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps

Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets

This raw rebel got more metal than pop

And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores settled

A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap

Clowns are found flat, face down around the map

Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five

The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine

[Method Man]

I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump

Body in the trunk, stay in line punk,

(Fucking with your mind?)

[Polite]

Yo

You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you

Never go against my team, they might embarrass you

Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed

Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws

Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro

Two choices, bass off or either die slow

We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar

Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler

[Method Man]

Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher

These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from

The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and thunder

Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin'

Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction

Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin'

Suckin' away from bustin'

y'all brothers laugh now and cry later

I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega

Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass

Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class

Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot

With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot

On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to me

After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok

Plus we got a problem with the Benz

(What's the problem with the Benz)

She want the six-hundred, but she ain't got the ends

Chorus

[All]

You better come with your best gun

Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun

Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now

My squads down for whatever with whoever now





Let's get it on

Overall Meaning

The song "Elements" by Method Man, Polite, and Star is a classic hip hop track that showcases the trio's lyrical prowess and gritty style. The verses are delivered with intense energy and aggressive flow, touching on topics such as violence, street life and survival, and betrayal. The chorus encourages listeners to come prepared for war, as there is no room for fun when survival is at stake.


Method Man sets the tone with his opening verse, featuring sharp wordplay and vivid descriptions of the "underground" lifestyle, where violence is a fact of life. He warns young people who carry guns that they will eventually become victims of their own actions. Star follows with his equally intense verse, referencing his upbringing in Babylon and using biblical imagery to create a haunting picture of his world. Polite closes out the song with his own aggressive lyrics, warning others not to mess with his crew and pushing back against any threats or challenges.


The overall message of the song is one of survival and strength in the face of adversity. The three MCs use their words to paint a vivid picture of the harsh realities of life on the streets, while also celebrating the camaraderie and loyalty that can develop between those who share that experience.


Line by Line Meaning

Surround sounder blunt smokin remy downer
I immerse myself in the music while smoking a blunt and drinking Remy Martin, enhancing my creative flow.


Hip hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
I deliver raw and authentic hip hop lyrics that penetrate deeply into your consciousness.


You get skidawed undertakin' undergrounders
I expose the underground artists who are often overlooked or underestimated, giving them the recognition they deserve.


This lyricist lounge with low that be lounger
I relax in a lounge setting while maintaining my humble and down-to-earth nature as a skilled lyricist.


Aliens is out of townish fuck applause
I distance myself from conforming to mainstream standards and reject the need for applause or acknowledgement from the industry.


Niggas clap now with forty pounders and forty fours
People show their appreciation for my music by using firearms to create loud and impactful sounds.


Is it all fair in love with war
I question the ethical boundaries and moral compromises that exist in both romantic relationships and the music industry.


Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Inexperienced individuals with weapons behave as if they can steal my success or talent, but they are mistaken.


Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
Those who engage in violence will ultimately face the consequences of their actions.


My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature
My unique and powerful voice transcends the limits of what is considered natural or ordinary.


Low and these niggas love to hate ya
Despite being on a lower level than my critics, they still possess a strong dislike for me.


Request the henney straight no chaser
I prefer to drink Hennessy without any mixers or dilution.


Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya
I metaphorically dominate and overpower my opponents, similar to the impact of the Twin Towers on the New York skyline.


Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal
I am an untrustworthy follower and a fierce competitor, representing myself with dangerous and deadly weaponry.


Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars
I leave a lasting impression from the beginning, just like tribal scars that symbolize one's identity and experiences.


(Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin' like Christ
I am a dangerous and explosive force, akin to a bomb, while also metaphorically referencing the spinning arms in an iconic representation of Jesus Christ.


Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon
I speak powerful and profound words reminiscent of religious psalms in the chaotic and corrupt environment of Babylon.


(Verbs I gather well) ??? data shells
I excel in using words effectively to express myself and communicate ideas, like gathering ammunition for my lyrical arsenal.


My squad camoflauge your wealth
My team conceals and protects your wealth, ensuring it remains hidden from those who seek to exploit it.


Like the bible with parabels
Similar to the Bible, my lyrics contain parables and allegorical elements that convey moral and spiritual lessons.


With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath laser data
I am the guide, leading the way with razor-sharp lyrics and delivering rapid-fire verses that carry powerful and precise messages.


That'll tickle you now, but sway you later
My words may initially amuse or entertain you, but their impact will linger and influence you long after.


On this one call me Lee Major
For this track, consider me as the legendary and influential figure, Lee Majors.


Million dollar man, bionic or professor chronic
I possess immense wealth and power, comparable to the Six Million Dollar Man or a knowledgeable expert in marijuana.


Still not a player, I just fuck a lot the panty raider
Although I engage in promiscuous activities, I am not seeking committed relationships, just sexual encounters.


Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky pager
My actions provoke jealousy and anger in women, causing them to leave aggressive and angry messages on your pager.


Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the bullet
A warning to an arrogant and boastful individual, advising them to take cover or face the consequences.


You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it
Although you possess firearms, you lack the courage and fearlessness to use them when necessary.


Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze
If I were to draw my weapon, I would not hesitate to use it and apply pressure.


I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at your knees
I intend to shoot you starting at your head and continuing until your knees, leaving no room for escape or survival.


I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs
I despise your fake personas and the conflict they bring, as they pretend to be tough and dangerous individuals.


Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in blood
Others desire what I possess, but they will have to engage in a violent confrontation to obtain it.


Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental
My enormous talent and abilities have led to the development of a morally corrupt mindset.


Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that simple
My immoral and twisted thoughts have a paralyzing effect on individuals, as straightforward as it sounds.


You better come with your best gun
Prepare yourself and bring your most powerful weapon to face the imminent conflict.


Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun
People are armed and ready for battle, making the situation intense and devoid of enjoyment.


Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now
Others are making decisive moves and putting pressure on their opponents, causing them to feel the heat.


My squads down for whatever with whoever now
My team is willing to engage in any challenge or confrontation, regardless of the opponent.


Let's get it on
It's time to start the fight or confrontation.


Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock
Precise and targeted gunshots aimed at vulnerable areas, just like a .45 caliber Glock pistol would.


We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got
We have a firm grip and control over the hip-hop industry, overpowering any competing groups.


Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin your peeps
All your crew was doing was talking, while we come prepared with powerful firearms, ensuring the safety of our people.


Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty fleets
We act like predatory birds, slicing through your weak defenses with machetes and putting an end to your insignificant groups.


This raw rebel got more metal than pop
As an unconventional and rebellious artist, I possess more determination and resilience than mainstream pop musicians.


And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores settled
When I fire my gun, conflicts are resolved, and the competition has no chance of winning against me.


A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap
I unleash a relentless and aggressive assault through my relentless rap skills, delivering potent verses.


Clowns are found flat, face down around the map
Those foolish individuals who dare to challenge me will face defeat and humiliation in every corner and location.


Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four five
My lyrics are highly impactful, exposing the limited thinking of others and causing them to smile in resignation and awe.


The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle mine
Even the combination of two powerful weapons cannot cause any harm or discomfort to me.


I told you once, I told your ass a thousand times, chump
I have warned you repeatedly, demonstrating my frustration and annoyance with your lack of understanding and compliance.


Body in the trunk, stay in line punk
If you continue to act out of line, you will end up dead and disposed of in the trunk of a car.


(Fucking with your mind?)
Are you beginning to comprehend the gravity and consequences of your actions?


Yo, you be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you
You are merely a follower and imitator, while I am the real deal, delivering sixteen powerful bars that will surpass anything you can produce.


Never go against my team, they might embarrass you
Avoid challenging my team, as they have the potential to humiliate and expose your weaknesses.


Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed
I engage in provocative and intimidating speech, carrying weapons and ready to engage in violent acts if necessary.


Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws
You should surrender and raise your hands, or else I will shoot you and leave a fatal wound.


Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from hydro
I will destroy your entire spectacle, leaving you disoriented and impaired due to the excessive consumption of marijuana.


Two choices, bass off or either die slow
You have two options: either engage in a deadly musical battle or face a slow and painful death.


We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty dollar
When it comes to making money and securing our financial well-being, we possess the knowledge and intelligence to navigate through illicit activities.


Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler
We aggressively seize control of the field, just like a Rottweiler dog dominates its territory.


Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher
People are so excited and enthusiastic that they lose control and start dancing wildly, akin to Usher's energetic performances.


These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks from the bounty hunter
These individuals are trying to escape and remain hidden, but they are only wearing socks, implying that they will eventually be captured and brought to justice.


Iron Lungster, rain and thunder
I am the resilient and powerful Iron Lungster, unleashing a storm of destruction and chaos.


Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at niggas bitin'
I respond aggressively and fiercely to those who dare to copy or imitate my style, striking them with my unique and unmatched energy.


Pushin' buttons just to step away from self-destruction
I purposely provoke others, pushing their buttons, just to distance myself from the potential danger and chaos that could result.


Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin'
I am dangerously close to indulging in violence or crossing a line that could result in destructive actions.


Suckin' away from bustin'
Temporarily refraining from engaging in violent or explosive behavior, but the inclination still remains.


Y'all brothers laugh now and cry later
Others may find amusement in the present situation, but they will eventually experience regret and sadness.


I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega
I deliver lyrical excellence from the beginning to the end, covering a wide range of topics and themes in my music, spanning from classic systems like Atari 64 to Sega consoles.


Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the lookin' glass
I dominate and defeat my enemies with ease, leading them through a metaphorical mirror where they have to confront their own failures and weaknesses.


Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class
I have been overpowering and defeating other rappers since the early stages of my career, suggesting I possess natural talent and skill.


Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot
I bring intense heat and energy like the scorching summer days in a drug-infested neighborhood.


With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit the jackpot
Just like a slot machine with blacktop surfaces, my music is addictive and rewarding, bringing immense success and fortune to all involved.


Prepare yourself and bring your most powerful weapon to face the imminent conflict.
You better come with your best gun


People are armed and ready for battle, making the situation intense and devoid of enjoyment.
Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun


Others are making decisive moves and putting pressure on their opponents, causing them to feel the heat.
Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now


My team is willing to engage in any challenge or confrontation, regardless of the opponent.
My squads down for whatever with whoever now


It's time to start the fight or confrontation.
Let's get it on




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ISAAC HAYES, DAVID PORTER, JASON HUNTER, CLIFFORD SMITH

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@BigoeWekzer

SICK ASS SHIT TILL THIS DAY!!!!

@VisualizeAndWin

RIP Polite.

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