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Redman feat. Method Man Lyrics

Takin' it from the top? (Top)
Starting from the beginning?

Tippy? (tippy)
Are you ready?

Come on, my people
Let's go, my friends

Sing it, daddy
Sing along, my dear

Hey (ooh-wee)
Hey, wow

We rock
We are amazing

Ha (ah), ha ha
Haha

Ha ha (aha)
Haha

Taking my mind where it's never gone before
Exploring new thoughts and ideas

And so like a mushroom in cow shit
Growing and thriving in unexpected places

And I'm taking it just to get the ultimate high, baby
Seeking the ultimate experience of euphoria

The ultimate high, ohh
The pinnacle of intoxication and bliss

Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Pardon me while I reach new heights

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full a rye
Singing a cheerful and playful tune

Who the fuck wanna die for their culture?
Who is willing to sacrifice their life for their beliefs?

Stalk the dead body like a vulture, Ticalion, hmm
Watch and prey on the deceased like a bird of prey

Blacker than your blackest stallion
Darker than anything you can imagine

Hit your housing projects
Invading and dominating your neighborhood

I represent yo' Shaolin, my nigga
I am a representative of Shaolin, my friend

Now yes, Apocalypse now, the gun pow
The end is near, the power of firearms

It be going down, diggy diggy down, diggy down down
It's happening, going down rapidly

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse
Amongst the chaos and destruction of the universe

When I raise my trigger finger all y'all niggas hit the deck
When I point my gun, everyone falls to the ground

'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcore
There's no need for violence, only hustle and toughness

Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs
Unfiltered and intense, like the movie Reservoir Dogs

The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it
I, the Green-Eyed Bandit, cannot tolerate it

With more fruitier loops than that Toucan Sam bitch
Having more flavorful beats than Toucan Sam

Plus the Bombazee got me wide
Drugs have me feeling excited and energized

Fucking with us
Messing with us

Is a straight suicide
Will result in certain death

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Counting down from ten to four

Three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Killing each line with powerful lyrics

Tical bring it to that ass raw
Delivering with aggression and rawness

Breaking all the rules like glass jaws
Disregarding rules, just like weak chins getting shattered

Nigga, you got to get mines to get yours
You have to take what's rightfully yours

Fucka, we don't need no rap tour
We don't need a tour to prove our worth in rap

I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture
Prefer speaking the truth and capturing your attention

More than you bargained for
Providing more than you expected

Tical, I stays open like an all night store (yeah, yeah, ah)
I'm always ready and available

For real I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel
I keep it real and extraordinary

Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill
Aiming directly at your head to cause harm

And end your existence, M-E-T
Bringing your life to an end, M-E-T

Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D
Resistance is futile, H-O-D

I bees the ultimate rush to any nigga on dust
I provide the ultimate rush to anyone under the influence

The Egyptian Musk used to have me pull mad sluts
The strong scent of Egyptian Musk attracted many women

I shift like a clutch with the Ruck
I move smoothly and skillfully with my partner Ruck

Examine my nuts, I don't stop 'til I get enough
Take a look at my skills, I never stop until satisfied

Your shit broke down, light your flare
Your performance is weak, ignite your signal for help

Since the dark side tears you into Hollywood Squares
The dark reality of life exposes your fake persona

Six million ways to die, so I chose
Countless paths to death, I made my decision

Made it six million and one with your eyes closed
Added one more death to the list, you won't see it coming

The blindfold cold, so you can feel the wrath
Blindfolded to intensify the fear and punishment

And shatter the glass and second half on your funky ass
Breaking through barriers and overpowering your weak self

And, yo, my man (Tical) hit me now
And, hey, my friend (Tical) contact me now

Bitches used to play me now they can't forget me now
Women used to ignore me, now they can't get enough of me

They get me mad, I rock the spot, check Glock
They provoke my anger, I dominate the scene, check my gun

Empty off a licking off a hip-hop
Strike back and destroy the competition in hip-hop

Fuck the Billboard, I'm a bullet on my block
Disregard the Billboard charts, I'm a force in my neighborhood

How you dope when you paid for your Billboard spot?
How can you be considered talented when you bought your way onto the charts?

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Gaze at the sky, there's something extraordinary

It's the Funk Doctor Spot smoking buddha on a train
It's me, the Funk Doctor Spot, enjoying marijuana on a train

How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
Extremely intoxicated, reaching unimaginable heights

How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick (uh)
Sickness in skill and attitude, disrespect to those who oppose

Look up in the sky it's a bird it's a plane
Gaze at the sky, there's something extraordinary

Recognize Johnny Blaze, ain't a damn thing changed
Realize my identity, nothing about me has changed

How high? So high that I can kiss the sky
Extremely intoxicated, reaching unimaginable heights

How sick? So sick that you can suck my dick
Sickness in skill and attitude, disrespect to those who oppose

'Til my man Raider Ruckus come home
Until my friend Raider Ruckus is released from prison

It ain't really on 'til the Ruckus get, home
The real action doesn't start until Ruckus returns

Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone
Smoke crystal meth, now I'm heading to a dangerous area

We don't need your dirt weed, we got our fucking own
We don't need your low-quality marijuana, we have our own

Check it, I wreaks havoc with my hectic
I cause chaos and destruction with my aggressive nature

Bring the Pain lyrics, screaming for the antiseptic
Delivering powerful and intense lyrics, demanding a cleanse

Moving on your left, kid, and I'm Method
Advancing skillfully and forcefully, I am Method

Out my fucking dome piece, plus I got no love for the beast
Out of my own mind, and I hate authority

Hailing from the big East Coast, where niggas pack toast
Coming from the large East Coast, where people carry guns

Home of the drug kingpins and cut throats
Origin of powerful drug lords and ruthless individuals

Hey boy, you the rude boy on the block
Hey boy, you're the disrespectful person on the street

You try to stop the bum rush, you will get popped
If you try to intervene, you will be shot

As I run a mile with a racist
While I associate with a racist person

My style was born in the pissy staircases
My unique style developed in grim and dirty environments

Dig it, F a rap critic
Understand this, disregard rap critics

He talk about it while I live it
Critics discuss, but I actually experience it

If Red got the blunt, I'm the second one to hit it
If Redman has a marijuana joint, I'm the next in line to smoke it

Look up in the, I got the verbs, nouns and Glocks in ya
Look up, I possess the action words, names, and guns

Enter the center, lyrics bang like Ricochet Rabbit
Enter the heart of the action, lyrics hit hard like a cartoon character

I brings havoc with an AK 'matic, rolling blunts an all day habit
Causing chaos with an automatic rifle, constantly smoking marijuana

I get it on like Smith & Wes', who clique's the best?
I get things done, just like Smith & Wesson guns, who's superior?

Punks take a sip and test, who splits your vest?
Weak individuals try to challenge, who puts holes in your clothing?

The funk phenomenon, I'm bombing you like Lebanon (blow canal)
The embodiment of funky music, I am attacking you forcefully

Blow canals of Panama just off stamina
Destroying everything in sight, fueled by my endurance

Style's not to be fucked with or played with
My style is intimidating and should not be underestimated

Fuck them pretty hoes, I love those Section 8 Bitches
Disregard attractive women, I prefer those from low-income housing

Hitting switches, twisting wigs with
Manipulating and overpowering, causing chaos

Fat radical mathematical type scriptures
Thick and profound lyrics with a revolutionary message

I dig up in your planets like Diga', boo
I explore and infiltrate your mind and thoughts

Scared you, blew you to smithereens
Terrifying you, completely destroying you

Fuck the Marines, I got machines
Screw the Marines, I have firearms

That like to spit and read Mad Magazine
Firearms that shoot and cause destruction, much like the humor magazine

I fly more heads than Continental
I surpass expectations, like the airline

Wreck ya five times like U.S. Air off an instrumental
Defeat and destroy you multiple times over, just like U.S. Air crashes

Look I'm not a half way crook with bad looks
I'm not a fake criminal with an unattractive appearance

But I may murder your case like your name was Cal Brooks
But I might ruin your reputation, like Cal Brooks

I breaks 'em off proper
I handle situations correctly

Ask Biggie Smalls who shot ya
Ask Biggie Smalls who is responsible for your downfall

Funk Doctor with the 12-gauge Mossberg
The Funk Doctor armed with a powerful shotgun

Look I got the tools like Rickle
I possess the necessary skills and instruments, like Rickle

To make your mind tickle (yo, Red)
To stimulate and excite your mind (hey, Red)

For the nine nickel
For the 9mm handgun

Yo, Red (bitch-ass), yo, Red
Hey, Red (insulting), hey, Red

Punk-ass, pussy-ass
Weak, cowardly individual

You ain't got the say no more, man
You no longer have any authority, man

That's it, man (word up, man)
That's all, man (agree)

We out, it's over
We're leaving, it's finished

Silly-ass niggas
Stupid individuals