Methods Lyrics - Charizma

[Verse 1] 

Rap battles, I saw MC's goin at it 

Crews playin new records, I arrived and caused static 

From Frisco to Oakland like Bronx to Manhattan 

You know what's happenin, Charizma style of rappin 

Hey yo B, you know your man Kwan that's 10 feet tall? 

He should drop the mic and pick up a basketball 

Ah yes y'all, mad love to my crew, everyone's real cool 

All we wanna do is to be in a record pool 

Ah yes y'all, this is my design to make my niggas rewind 

Labels pull crimes, it's time for me to resign 

The style's deep even when we fall asleep 

Dreamin of the usual - a rap beat 

I got class with my math, so remember this 

If you're not down you're expelled off my premises 

I come with bombs when the scene is loud and hectic 

I'm clean cut and suave, the dapper type, man I got methods 

[Hook] 

(Rap so strong and Rap so def), I got Methods! 

(Rap so strong and Rap so def), I got Methods! 

(Rap so strong and Rap so def), I got Methods! 

(Rap so strong and Rap so def) 

[Verse 2] 

I got you and your crew peepin me out and starin 

Maybe this is something you're not accustomed to hearin 

I'm comin through clownin, takin titles and much clout 

And when I'm rollin dice I got my boys on the lookout 

It's just Charizma with the Nikes, Charizma with the knocks 

Charizma on stage is Charizma sure to rock 

So check it out party people in the place 

The newest car I ever had was a '78 

I'm straight rollin in my bucket with my boys at ease 

And when I see a liquor store I think of ten g's 

I'm just fanatic with these rhymes, you can't read em, though 

Young kid, you're not ready for torpedos 

Just wait until my moms hears this jam 

She'll say I have to scram but she has to take me for what I am 

When I need someone to talk to for insight 

I see what's in sight, and that's lovely girls tonight 

I got methods 

[ VERSE 3: Charizma ] 

I got rappers takin votes, it's a rappin debate 

I make my speech, announce the winner at the studio live at 8 

So Captain Save Whore ain't waxin' no floors 

This is just a rhyme from page 74 

As far as girls, yeah, they know me, they talk about Colby 

But Colby ain't got nothin on me, I rap in Dolby 

So hey world, open your eyes to the wack 

Cause when the goin gets rap the wack get off my track 

And that's black 

Who said that real hip-hop don't sell 

Me and my whole crew bought two copies of Raising Hell 

Just the other day there was a contest with ten MC's 

Mad lookin wack wearin Lee's and cock these 

I was like okay, so I gave it a bay 

Now those MC's ain't got nothing but their ex-girls to blame 

I got methods