Run 4 Cover - Intellectual

[Intro: Streetlife]

Yo, yo

Enter, enter, enter (Enter, yo)

[Verse 1: Streetlife, (Redman)]

It's the cynical, 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

I slang bang the wax to 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

I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical

Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical

Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter (Yeah)

Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire

I speak legalized dope, hitman for hire

I quote murderous notes; dope rhyme supplier

Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver

And I won't stop rocking 'til I retire (Yo... yo... yo!)

[Verse 2: Redman]

When it comes to the darts, I throw 'em, flamethrow 'em

{*whoof*} Blow your Section 8 home to your payphone up

Grass smoker, in the cut with a lawnmower

I'm water, I ride the whale that ate Jonah

Over, you're faced with the black cape over

You woke up four gorillas with a makeover

Packing a punch, asthma pump takeover

My crew boards and the whole plane lays over!

(Yo Yoooo!) You can't talk with 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, Job Corps, I hate poker

But y'all spread when my bullets Daytona

[Chorus: Method Man, (Redman)]

Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!)

[Verse 3: Method Man, (Redman)]

Yo, yo, this ain't your granddaddy music – it's hip-hop

Coming through your woofer like a mule kick, hundred-thousand watts

On some bullshit, I Blackout! eclipse with the semi

Bust a full clip (Clap out!), touch one if any

That's my complex in conquest

Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest from none of y'all, please

I potty-train pissy-ass rugrat for free

Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee

That's how we do – powerful, moving on your left!

Mr. Wu, Mef, black gorilla, beating on his chest

I suggest–you pay your debt or Protect Your Neck

I suggest–you wear a vest, making all them threats

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

Smash rappers like hash, smoke 'em down to ashes!

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

Madness, wildin' out like special ed classes

[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah, (Redman)]

Straight out the gate, meet Toney

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

Banana Nut Crunch blast, Cinnamon Toast with pyros

Whips dirty, dustin' my bitch, fuck parole!

Peep how these Wally champs wild out (Wild out!)

We in the spot, guns go off, dope came out his mask, it was Ollie North

"Oh shit! What up? What up, Ghost?!

Congratulations on your new flick, 'Bernadette Who Macks The Most'

Word up – you got the most Clarks, 'Braveheart' spinach"

For Un to come down and appeal, he need minutes

Told y'all before, I kick doors off the hinges

Ain't no cooler and it ain't no Guinness

Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves with bench slippers

Play the PGA Tour with Jack Nicklaus

Statues of Mary, gats that bust mercury

Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey

[Outro: Redman, Method MAn]

Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yhuh!

That's the way I like it

Pissy ass, rusty ass niggas!

0-7-1-0-3! 1-0-3-0-4!

['The Blair Witch Project' skit: Method Man, (Redman)]

{*crying and slobbering, talking to camera*}

Psst... psst... is...is--is it on?

I just want apologize to everybody

I didn't--I didn't know we would get into this much trouble... shit...

I just want to say... to all the families, of all the victims that... bought the album?

I'm so sorry, I didn't know... (They're gonna kill us!)

We're going to die out here!

{*sound of children laughing*}

Shhhh... shhh... here they come...

(Did you hear 'em?) Cut that off, cut that off, cut that off

(Oh shit, nigga...) Here they come! Run!