Method Man - What the Blood Clot (LP version) lyrics

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Method Man - What the Blood Clot (LP version) lyrics

[Intro: RZA, (Method Man), {Y-Kim}] sh** is bangin! You see what I'm sayin? Our sh** is bangin! (Our sh** is stainin, son) Yo, Shaolin runnin this sh**, son! Runnin this sh**! (Stainin) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, n***a? {What's up, man? What's up?} What's up? Representin Brownsville Know I'm sayin? Base, peace to all my Brownsville n***as! {The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son? Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherf**ers! Bedford-stuy! (Yeah, peace to the valley goat..) Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton n***as! (Big up The Bridge!) [Method Man] All I hear is gun shots Can I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?! n***a want Tical, make it happen You know my f**in style, f** the rappin! We can take it back to eighty-five If you wanna start actin like you live It's all good, I'm rollin' with my click Owls, Backwoods and Phillies Smokin cess blunts, mixed with illy Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the sk** that never rusted (What?) For real, n***a, touch it and you burn When will motherf**ers learn? What be spreadin like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message It's be no question it's them, bust the second guessin's Keep your thoughts on your lessons What the Blood Clot!?! To tell the truth, you don't amaze me k**a Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me What? Check the Raider Ruckus, f** this Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin for the dutchess Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes If I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Case Cuz that's my peoples, we givin you injections that be Lethal Weapons, when n***as start the half steppin Then I get evil But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you I'm humble, a f**in k**a Bee, far from bumble I sting you *BZZZT* and I bring you Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, b**h Why I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz f*ggot soundmen, they be sabotagin sh**! Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane... Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my f**in name What the Blood Clot!?! [Outro: Method Man, (RZA)] Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah, what? What!?!) First of all I'd like to give a big peace and shout out To my brothers in the belly of the beast Raider Ruckus, y'all got my back and one love (Y'all n***as better start stackin) June Lover, sh**ty Brown (Y'all n***as better get real) Pussin, Pil, P.L.O., Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm (All my real a** n***as get down, to all my n***as locked down) SUUU! We still in here, n***a (Y'all gotta party, locked down in the street, n***a) Jamel, one love, n***a, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane (You get your a** beat in the streets) I ain't forget you, n***a, Shakim, nuttin Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat For all the fugitives on the run Everybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home On work release, keep your heads up n***as Oh my God (You what I'm sayin? Peace to the Gods) Here we go, here we go, here we go (You see that, n***a, f**in Dirty ba*tard? That n***a is f**in crazy!)