Tical Lyrics - Tical - Method Man

*sounds of fighting* 

"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time. 

En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style." 

"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!" 

Intro: Method (and others) 

From the tip top? 

(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?) 

Yup 

One two (no doubt, no doubt) 

One two one two 

Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that) 

Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up) 

Ah one two yo, check me out 

Chorus: 

What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical 

Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical 

What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical 

Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical 

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Verse One: 

Check it, I got styles, all of em sick 

Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks 

I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show 

He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe 

That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek 

I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep 

and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass 

In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas 

It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky 

Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly 

Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles 

Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll 

get severe on the double I harass it 

I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble 

Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted 

Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered 

By a psychopathic, way beyond an average 

Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it 

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Chorus 

One two, uh, one two one two 

One two, uh, one two one two 

One two, uh, one two one two 

Check it out 

Verse Two: 

What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit 

that we got is to stay high, no question 

Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin 

When brothers start wettin everything in ya section 

Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that 

Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that 

To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up 

To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up 

Is there a fuckin snake in my garden? 

Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet 

Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf 

In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help 

I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody 

God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs 

I be sprayin, brother with words 

Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM 

Chorus 

One two uh, one two one two 

One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical) 

(yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)