Rap Phenomenon Lyrics - Method Man

"Well it's the Funk Docta Spock." 

"Meth-Tical." 

"Biggie. Biggie." (mmmhmmmmmm) 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 

Uhh. uhh. uhh. (yo c'mon Big) uhh. 

Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches 

the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit 

Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches 

Smack ya cabbage, half-ass rappers, shouldn't have it 

So I grab it, never run, the outcome 

is usually, a beatdown brutally, fuck who you be 

or where you're from, West or East coast, squeeze toast 

Leave most in the blood they layin in, what, what? 

The rings and things you sing about, bring em out 

It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth 

It's more than I expected, I thought your jewels was rented 

but they wasn't, so run it, cousin 

I could chill, the heat doesn't 

Ran up in your shell about a dozen 

You never see bank like Frank White 

Your hand clutching, your chest-plate contemplate 

You bought to die, nigga wait, keep yo' hands high 

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[Redman] 

Yo. yo yo 

I don't brownnose out of town hoes 

I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh 

I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect 

You ass like prime roastin, Calvin Klein clothes 

Explode the pyros when Doc guest appear 

I'm out there, I bought it with George Jetson here 

Your time is near, so get your body dropped off 

I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught 

It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored 

By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris brother 

I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too 

I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue 

The Doc was born with a grenade palm 

I'm concurrent in your hood like a, teenage mom 

Yo Biggie (what? what?) She havin my bay-bayy 

If I pull out the A.K., keep your hands high 

Photos 

"This rule is so underrated." -> [B.I.G.] 

"Actin as if it can't happen, you're frontin" -> [Meth] 

"Ain't no other kings in this rap thing." -> [B.I.G.] 

"Biggie, a motherfuckin rap phenomenon" -> [B.I.G.] 

[repeat all 2X] 

[Notorious B.I.G.] 

Uhh, uhh 

I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due South with keys 

Y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed 

Motherfucker please, it's my block with my rocks 

Fuck that hip-hop, them one-two's, and you don't stops 

Me and my nigga Lance, took Kim and Cee's advance 

Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants 

from Branson, now we lampin, twelve room mansion 

Bitches get naked off "Get Money", "Player's Anthem" 

Don't forget, "One More Chance" and, my other hits, other shit 

niggaz spit be counterfeit, robbery come actually 

in and out like fuckin rapidly, pass the gat to me 

Make his chest rest, where his back should be, talkin blasphemy 

Blastin me, your family, rest in coffins often 

Frank Wizzard, fuck you soft or fragilla 

Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper, slash dope dealer 

slash Gorilla, slash illest turned killer 

[Method Man] 

Now now 

Don't approach me with that rah rah shit, you out of pocket 

I take these adolescents back to Spofford 

Mentally my energy, is like a figure eight, on it's side 

that's infinity -- too many sick niggaz, nickel nines; 

bring the remedy -- when you play the field, what's the penalty 

Unnecessary roughness, career endin injuries for suckers 

Stuck on stupid, shoot em with a dart like Cupid 

until they got love for my music 

Star Wars I'm Han Solo, with three egoes 

and three charges, I got to "See-three-P.O.'s" 

This is whoop-yo'-ass-day, the sequel 

Eyeball blower with no equal, niggaz swingin swords in the WAR 

that's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up 

This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky 

I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye 

New York Shitty, put they weight on it 

And who better for the job than Biggie? The Notorious 

Jeee-zus, "Unbelievable" rhyme that reaches 

and touch individual, small frame buck and change 

MC, What's-Your-Name, tuck your chain 

All about the fortune, fuck the fame, labels still extortin 

Kick me when I'm down, but I'm up again, scorchin 

Hot -- forcin my way up in the? 

to kill the bullshit like a matador 

Keep your hands high (what?)