Black Ops - Intellectual

[Intro: Method Man]

Yeah

Most slept on, but can't be crept on

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Game locked, still got time on the game clock (Woo)

End of the game the pawn and king go in the same box

The same block, I'm just never found in the same spot

And these two ratchets is twins, they got the same pop

It's bad boy, and we can't stop, the kid proper

This one-twelve make it hot, call that the Big Poppa (Poppa)

I'm Puff Daddy, don't pop pills, I pop collar

I fail nada, it's not a dollar, I'm not bothered

My forefathers was bank robbers, they can't spar us

Who got these rappеrs a lil' wheezy? Dwayne Carter

I ain't your martyr, too many bars and they can't follow

I'm thinkin' too hard, maybе rappers is Benny Carter

For the record, y'all ain't stoppin' a thing

See me sittin' on the chessboard, I'm on top of my game

And while they watchin' my game, dude is watchin' they king

Have 'em givin' up the rock like it's Roc-A-Fella and Dame, homie

Tried to tell 'em, everyone's a critic in my town

No need to critic, I hypocritic in my sound

But y'all don't get it, for every lyric I write down

That mean I get it, and y'all can get it on sight now

[Chorus: Method Man]

No Call of Duty, these Black ops could die now

[?] 'em out, no padlock for my pound

Got X-Clan on the flag, watch the time's now

[Verse 2: Hanz On]

Yo, everybody a critic out here in my town

Put him in water and leave him, but he will not drown

All in 'em jungles with lions, watch him stand proud

Assassination for real [?] growl

It's Hanz On, this the Meth Lab, what up, partner?

In tune with legends and shooters that change ya whole posture

Chupacabra, he spittin' lava, it's the [?]

Home court want to specify, and y'all follow

Y'all could call or bark it, the blade sharper

Become a martyr, this music'll get to [?]

Yup, death premeditated your whole roster

Dudes is cowards, you're featherweights to my monsters

Handz On [?] yo, the flow bonkers

Be on your sponsors like Ronald Reagan, I ran contra

It's a ménage, success, money, Balenciagas

Word to the fathers, you cowards is gon' need aqua (Water)

Word to mother, y'all could die now

Doesn't matter, become cadavers, it's one round (Round)

Dead bodies for every lyric I write down

[?] we get abusive on sight now, yeah

[Chorus: Method Man]

No Call of Duty, these Black ops could die now

[?] 'em out, no padlock for my pound

Got X-Clan on the flag, watch the time's now