Cradle Rock

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man, Mighty Clouds of Joy sample] All the children, come into the light... ("There will be...") [Chorus: Left Eye and Method Man] Rock-a-bye baby from the rooftop When the guns blow, the cradle gets rocked When the Earth quakes and the sky starts to fall Down will come MCs, fake shit and all [Verse 1: Method Man, Mighty Clouds of Joy sample] Off top it be the sure shot The bomb drop's aftershock blow your bumbaclot To smithereens, time stops Flying guillotine, coming for your slot What you mean you spilled the beans, ahk? Blacked out and thought I seen Pac Laser beam Glock; what's a bird to a brother with a flock? What They got some nerve to even try to shit a turd On John J, slap a nigga gay with the wordplay Hot Nix shoot ya with the gift, it's your birthday God hatin' ugly in the worst way, "Fuck 'em," like the Earth say From first day ,I survey the hassle, Death knockin' at your door In the Big Apple, Meth' rotten to the core Shackle in the sound castle, the dungeon With vermin, in the form of emcees determined To step foot on God's soil Not knowin' that these eggheads come hard-boiled And heavy-handed The aliens, we just landed And you in the way Overthrow these niggas' planet, Independence Day Felons, get split melons, homicide Bug niggas get the bug repellent, insecticide Johnny 5 take it worldwide, as long as I Pledge allegiance to the Dark Side, I'll never die Who you know with a flow like this? Bring 'em in What Clan you know blow like this? Bring 'em in Take that, nigga (That, nigga...) ("There will be...") [Refrain 1: Method Man & Left Eye] The sound of gun bursts puttin' the foul in the dirt (Foul in the dirt) You can't think clearly from the mind control theory (Mind control theory) Murder in the first, bring 'em back down to Earth (Back down to Earth) Y'all niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst (Prepare for the worst) [Verse 2: Method Man, Mighty Clouds of Joy sample] Times gon' change, nothin' will remain the same Million-dollar broke niggas, still fucked up in the game Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name Tuck your chain when I approach, nigga, go against the grain now Niggas stand the reign now Die Hard fans call me John John McClain now Snake vs. the Crane Style Death to the enemy, Wu Brother #1 The Centipede, troublesome, send 'em all to Kingdom Come Sun still shine one – time for your crooked mind Drunk off of cheap wine, son, I'm into street crime Every word, every line, got juice, very fine Turn me loose on mankind, detonate the landmine Focus my goal now – Never sell, never sold Live by the code now – never tell, never told Darts I throw, like Clyde with the finger roll Clutch shots and whatnot, this is where the buck stops Still can't eat, and y'all still can't sleep I – elect myself as Presidential MC Wu-Tang Killa Bee, the bee hive facility In love with the blunt smoke, even though it's killing me Bad vibes fillin' me with thoughts of conspiracy White Water scandals with Bill Clinton, Hillary Too hot to handle, too well put together to dismantle Fucker – ya heard me (Fucker... fucker...) ("There will be...") [Refrain 2: Method Man] Excuse me as I kiss the sky Catch me when I fall, son, I'm too young to die Me and Lefty, that be the Eye, come test me If you don't know, ya'd never know me Booster, brodie [Bridge: Booster] Shots pon yo' melon, shots pon yo' head Man, ya come test me, ya dead, child, let you gon 'dead Fiyah pon' yo' head, semi fire pon yo' chest Man, if ya test, ya safer feelin' dead Anybody wan' contest me and they reach for me TEC, cock it, den unload it on a batti boy chest Batti boy come test me, if he reach for me TEC, cock it, den unload it pon da batti boy [Chorus: Left Eye & Method Man] Rock-a-bye baby from the rooftop When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked When the Earth quakes and the sky starts to fall Down will come MCs, fake shit and all [Outro: Left Eye] Aiyyo, I got three-hundred and sixty degrees of self That's mind, body, and spirit A hundred and twenty degrees a piece We gon' break it down into simple terms That's nine, nigga, nine – highest level of change It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass, waitin' for shit to just happen Shit don't just happen Gon' fuck around and miss the boat If you take away the negative, make room for the positive That's addin' and subtractin', on the real Niggas better learn they math 'Cause if my calculations serve me correct I'ma fuck around and have all this shit I'm on your ass, nigga, I'm on your––