Training Day - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Uh, I've been going hard on the boulevard

Bully bars pimp star sling blade like Billy Bob

Really squad, shout to P and Havoc we really Mobb

Palm slap your head off your shoulders look like a milly

?rock?

City cops inner city trappers on city blocks

Flicky pop faster than Calabasis my city hot

Give me props, in the tops auto she give me top

Semi auto shot like a first impression forget me not (Bow down)

I accept the challenge no Bow Wow

That's a Dub C and that Mack 10 they bow down

Countdown Japanese term my beef is brown round

Soundcloud I smoke in the booth this how a cloud sound

And I, don't smoke no Reggie want smoke I'm ready

My flow is heavy like brokеn levvies or broken chеrries

I'm on a mission but this here mission ain't missionary

Not my position I put the diction in dictionary

[Chorus: Cortez]

Yo roll the herb up, the homie swerve up

We had to learn routes, pull up I ain't get Lyft

He getting burnt out, dip had the muscle to strip

We given work out (Yeah)

This what you heard bout all day giving work out (Yeah, shh)

See we make the weight in a major way

Paper plates and razor blades welcome to training day (Yeah)

See we whip the pot watch it turn out block

Click on the first now all day giving work out

[Verse 2: Method Man]

(Ay) Park Hill Billy, like Meek Milly so Philly with it

A milli spend it it's worth the game I go ?gilly? with it

Really with it, you bite the hand and get slapped silly with it

Illy with it, I handle bars like Poppa Willy with it

My city image New York fitted my city get it

And my city bust if you cross the line in my city limits

I kill it skillet without the capping it's still a pillage

Still reveal the realest I got the will uncle Phil could feel it (Bong!)

Bong! Godzilla sparring With Kong

On an episode of Animal Kingdom starring your moms

Got, so many classics I might just fart on a song

Instead of sparking with a tommy, like Cheech is talking to Chong

Back, (Back) on my BS, yes I'm back with them bombs

The phenomenon PS send him back where he from

That's an M to the E eff just as black as my lungs

These haters back to pull me back somewhere, in back of the slums