Da Rockwilder

By Method Man

On Blackout!

Released on September 28, 1999

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[Intro: Redman]

(Oh my god)

Oh my god

Boo

Uh, uh, yo, uh


[Verse 1: Method Man]

Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture

Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector

Better warn 'em, kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot

'Bout to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV

For sheezy, too many wanna be hard, be easy

It's all N'together, going all out together

It don't take much to please me

Still, holmes, I'm never satisfied like the Stones

We don't condone bitin', see them skull and crossbones

Protecting what I'm writing

Don't clash with the Titan who blast with a license

To kill rap recitings

Come on, in the zone with ya nigga from the group home, tical (Fuck your lifestyle)

Put your lights out

Get the shit to crackin', got you fiending with your pipes out

Time for some action

Surfin' the avenue, mad at you, where I used to battle crews

Back when Antoinette had that attitude

Cover me, I'm going in, walls closing in

Got us bustin' off these pistols, my niggas got issues

Again, same song armed with the mega bomb

Blow you out the frame and then I'm gone


[Verse 2: Redman]

Yo, I was gone too but we roam, cellular phones

Doc, Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones

Don't condone, spend bank loans on homegrown

Suckers break like Turbo and Ozone

When I grab the broom, moonwalk

Platoon hawk, my goons bark

Leave you in a blue lagoon lost (True)

Three nines in the glove with Masu, D-Don and The Gov'

Right behind on a bus

Haters don't touch (What?)

Weigh us both up

Now my neighbor doped up

Got the cable hooked up

All channels, lift my shirt, all mammal

You ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos

Sawed off shotgun, hand on the pump

Sippin' on a 40, yo, smokin' on a blunt

Bust my gun off, Red and Meth didn't jump

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Yeah, come on

Red and Meth didn't jump

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la