Run 4 Cover Lyrics - Tical 2000 Judgementday - Method Man

Yo, yo, enta, enta 

Enta, enta 

It's the synical lyrical rap individual 

On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical 

I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist 

Thug therapist my clan's too original 

My slang bang to wax, words that's visual 

Too digital for y'all common street criminals 

Who wanna come test, lick the sweat from my genitals? 

We can get off the mic, and get a little physical 

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I was born a rock, since they cut my umbilical 

Cord, I swing swords behold the prolifical 

Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter 

Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire 

I speak legalized dope, hit man for hire 

I quote murderous notes dope rhyme supplier 

Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver 

And I won't stop rockin' till I retire 

When it comes to the darts, I throw 'em, flame thrower 

Blow your section eight home to your pay phone up 

Grass smoker, in the cut for the Lawnmower 

I water, I ride the wale that ate, Jonah 

Over, your faced wit the black cape over 

You woke up four Gorillas wit a makeover 

Packin' a punch asthma pump takeover 

My crew boards, and the whole plane lays over 

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Yo, yo you can't talk wit the tape over 

Pass the pussy, get out, date's over 

Back to your gray Nova that's way slower 

Redline to five on the highway shoulder 

Enemies say, "Doc the one to play closer" 

This baboon loose off the chain choker 

Hardcore, Jacore, I hate poker 

But y'all spread when my bullet's daytona 

Comin', comin' through duck 

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Yo, this ain't ya granddaddy music, it's hip-hop 

Comin' through your woofer like a mute kit 

Hundred thousand watts on some bullshit 

I blackout eclipse wit the semi bust a full clip, clap out 

Touch one if any, that's my complexin' conquest 

Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest 

From none of y'all, please 

I potty train pussy ass rugrat for free 

Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee 

That's how we do, powerful, movin' on ya left 

Mista who Meth, black gorilla beatin' on his chest 

I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya Neck 

I suggest, you wear a vest makin' all them threats 

Here's a chin check that cash and splash niggas in half 

Smash rappers like hash, soke 'em down to ashes 

At last it's the crew that party crashes the masses 

Madness wildin' out like special ed classes 

Straight out the gate, meet Tony 

Don of all dons, behind New York King Tut wit one arm 

Been at nutcrunch last cinnamon toast wit power rose 

Whips dirty dustin' my bitch, fuck Parole 

Peace shout he's Wallee Timb's, wild out 

We in the spot guns go off though 

Came out his mask it was Ollie North 

Oh shit, what up what up Ghost 

Congratulations on your new flick 

Burn it dead who max the most 

Word up you got the most Clarks 

Brave hearts spin this 

For under come down in the pale he need minutes 

Told y'all before I kick doors off the hinges 

Ain't no cooler and there ain't no Guiness 

Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves wit bench slippers 

Play the PGA Tour wit Jack Nicklaus 

Statues of Mary, gas that bust mercury 

Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey 

That's the way I like it 

Pussy ass rusty ass niggas 

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