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Текст (слова) песни: Method Man - Release Yo Delf



Intro/chorus: blue raspberry

When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified

Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide

My rap flow does you like tical, and it will never steer you wrong

And all you bitch-ass niggaz in the industry

Your careers wont be lasting long

Chorus

Verse one:

Check it, Im the fuckin man, who they mention

Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus

Doo-doo, prepare for this verse tical voodoo

Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation

Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water

Forgot in the realm that be deep as the poseidon

Adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin picture

For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness

Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies

Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories

Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity

Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity

(tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)

As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh

Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh

Keep it movin baby we be movin uh

Keep it movin, we keep it huh rharhhh

Whats that rhythm whats that sound

Party people getting down

When it hit the baddest man

Just release, yo delf!!

Verse two:

My god, somebody said its on, if it isnt Ill be set

To blow a nigga up, with my five fingers of death

I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand

If he frontin, on any man down with the clan

I be comin, for the headpiece you cant cope

For my brother, I bring it to the pope, word to mother

Serial, killa, style from big isle

No stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?

Shits gettin deep in here, I mean thick

Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick

Its about to hit the fan, hit the flo

Thats all I can stands, and I cant stands no mo

What is it? niggaz think they bigga

Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol

They dont know Im wicked, when I start to kick it

With the raw sound, wash it down with a mystic

Then I add a snapple, nigga want the juice

But he dont want the hassle

Then we try to overthrow the castle

Better yet the tent when Im comin to your town

Black man, the rental, god, the pistol

Yah! if you dont want a burn from glock

Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops

Here, no more dough will be made

Unless its being made by hoes

Whats that rhythm whats that sound

Party people getting down

When it hit the baddest man

Just breathe in, till then

And keep it movin, baby keep it movin

I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh

And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh

And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh

And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin

Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo..rarhrah

Chorus

Outro:

Throw your hands in the sky

And wave em from side to side

And if youre ready to spark up the meth-tical

Let me hear you say stim-uli

Chorus

 

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