Therapy

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Masta Killa] Yo, I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic The first fresh thoughts of the day are so clear When I walk, in my head, there's a voice that talks In my ear I can hear so clear, you think I'm buggin', right? I'm just contemplating deciding on how to flow this Out to the West Side my killer Cali gangstas ride and get they head right Yo, son, I'm on the next flight in Twist somethin' tight, I'm guaranteed to write a hit song before we reach Throw the instrumental on and watch this word pattern of speech Men form, military armed, ready to swarm, get your party on Drinks is on the house tonight, ladies lookin' right Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves strong Ghost want the red light on before we get on An hour's too short to rock, we got a million songs [Break: Method Man & Masta Killa] Oh yeah, this real nice right here Kill Kill Oh yeah? Oh yeah, I'm feelin' this one right here Yeah Okay So it's my turn to sit in the chair? Indeed, my brother Aight, let's go (Haha) [Verse 2: Method Man] Yo, I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic Light my first blunt of the day to start the movement I'm sittin' in the room with a view, there's always room for improvement So I grab my coat and go and prove it Just me against the world, you can find me in the streets She'll spot me in the lobby, probably find me in the free Cop a 'Rari, the lobby in the linin' of my seats Tryna put me in a lineup 'til I wind up in the beast That's the belly, how dare they try to tell me when to eat With a plate of food barely in my reach My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets Wear the same Pelle-Pelle's for a week But now we livin' life It's such a good life I wish that I could live it twice I'd probably make the same wiz my wife It's Wu-Tang Clan, always collect cheddar Proper education, always correct errors [Break: Redman] Killa house in the buildin' You all ready, nigga? Hey yo, peace to my brothers from [?] Yes sir, nigga Good lookin', nigga [Verse 3: Redman] Yo, bananas, Redman so gorilla Chi-town know I'm pimpin' the mic, nigga One hit, and chicks follow me like Twitter Crack when I talk, I light the mic stem up The fiends hit it, chicks swing with it I'll box niggas in like Don King did it Sixteens I write, it's seems so vivid My notebooks I'm lettin' eBay bid it I get dough, bad pair for the sick flow My weed more greener than Lou Ferrigno My right-hand man hand on the pistol I crack these squares up like Nabisco Oh, look at me, I'm lightweight But with the heart to peel back your white meat Yo wifey want me to make her wifey Hit it, make the bitch hyphy at high speed Doc