Release Yo' Self (prodigy Mix) Lyrics - Method Man

When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified 

Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide 

My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong 

And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry 

Your careers won't be lasting long 

When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified 

Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide 

My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong 

And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry 

Your careers won't be lasting long 

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Check it, I'm the fuckin man, who they mention 

Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus 

Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo 

Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation 

Inside ya, 'cause I be that house over water 

Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon 

Adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin picture 

For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness 

Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies 

Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories 

Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity 

Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity 

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(Tical tical ti-cal, ti-cal ) 

As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh 

Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh 

Keep it movin baby we be movin uh 

Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH 

What's that rhythm what's that sound 

Party people getting down 

When it hit the baddest man 

Just release, yo delf 

My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set 

To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death 

I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand 

If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan 

I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope 

For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother 

Serial, killa, style from Big Isle 

No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at? 

Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick 

Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick 

It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo' 

That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo' 

What is it? Niggaz think they bigga 

Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol 

They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it 

With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic 

Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice 

But he don't want the hassle 

Then we try to overthrow the castle 

Better yet the tent when I'm comin to your town 

Black man, the rental, God, the pistol 

YAH! If you don't want a burn from glock 

Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops 

Here, no more dough will be made 

Unless it's being made by hoes 

What's that rhythm what's that sound 

Party people getting down 

When it hit the baddest man 

Just breathe in, till then 

And keep it movin, baby keep it movin 

I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh 

And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh 

And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh 

And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin 

Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo RARHRAH 

When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified 

Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide 

My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong 

And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry 

Your careers won't be lasting long 

Throw your hands in the sky 

And wave em from side to side 

And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical 

Let me hear you say stimuli 

When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified 

Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide 

My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong 

And all you bitch ass niggaz in the industry 

Your careers won't be lasting long