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METHOD MAN lyrics : "Rumble"

[U-God]
Countdown...
Are you ready? Are you mad inside?

Got you strapped down to your seats
Outta the doorway, bullets ripped, full clip
God speed, approach follow my lead

Firewinds gust, empire crush
Full thrust, fall in the hole, roll wit the rush
Untouchable chunk of ?air, wax and soul?

Soundwaves slay out the back, ?cave? smoke
My belly-full prance dance, avalanche quote
Down slope, elegant as Fantasia

Killer whale tale inhale, black male from Asia
All out the wood works, hood shirts and wizards
No match, unhatch, the rap is rigid

In the shaft, shotty cop, hip hop to the limit
Nightwatch, pad mark
Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash

Gimmie what it takes NOW!!

[Chorus (U-God) 2x]

RAGE ROCK ROLL FIGHT
BRAWL FALL RUMBLLLLLLEEE!!!


[Letha Face]
The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City
Wit the possibilty to stop your walkin ability

God forgive me, spark enemies wit pistol grips
The missle tip's impact hit you so hard, you %#@! through your dick
Official scripts strikes when physical hits

You physical (*##$, watch for the imperial blitz, serious %#@!
Submit, subject to the wreck wartone, and thought poems
Liver than WWF Warzone

Walk upon ? tracks, bodies collapse
Rap for lottery stacks, shatter like when pottery cracks
Logical facts from the terror dome

Spill from the guts, trail to you ?puss? from where you bust
In God you now entrust
Dog you like hound and mutts, Pound Pups get sound struck

Clown what? You'll get drowned in the cut
While crowd round up


[Chorus 2x]

[Inspectah Deck]

Aiyyo yo
I spit bars
Travellin tremendous speed measurin far

Been bustin satellites circlin Mars
Verbal onslaught, bring forth physical force
Of a hundred wild ^!$$%s piled in a Trojan Horse

Thought method, set it on generic mic ethic
Professional neck %#@!, left foes beheaded
This music, is mind control like computer chips

Been doin this for numerous years, refuse to lose it
Wit turbo tactics, manuever like a trained soldier
Hall of Fame flame thrower, take game, it's game over

Ayatollah, high roller nine totter
Mind controller, 2009 time folder
My coalition, bring the demolition

Wu-blade decision, slate the competition, wit no intermission
Spittin hazardous darts, up front like Rosa Parks
Makin million men march


[Chorus 2x]


[Method Man]
Yo, who got next? Meth got next
I chin check, all these MC's line em up god, I go Jihad

Declare holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
Police squads tryin to bogard, we rip and rob
The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is

In the ghetto, we ain't scared to death, but scared to live
So Goldy, mosey to the spot, get that moldy
Rusty-ass .38 Special, ^!$$%s owe me

Slowly I turn, face the one and only
Naughty By Nature, I Do My Dirt All By My Lonely
Ask Pretty Tony, when I got a (*##$ I keeps a (*##$
36 Chambers, Enter at your own risk
Take that watch off and tuck your necklace

City never sleeps, streets is restless
Rap style'll slave you, when you least expect it
Pull the plug on your respirator, leave you breathless
Wu-Tang forever and a day, better warn your boys
I deploy battleship rap, seek and destroy


[Chorus 2x]

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