Release Yo’ Delf

Lyrics

[Chorus: Blue Raspberry] When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you right, Tical And it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you right, Tical And it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long [Verse 1: Method Man] Check it! I'm the fuckin' man who they mention Notice that other niggas' rap styles is bogus Doodoo compared to this versatile voodoo Blazin', the stuff that ignites stimulation Inside ya, 'cause I be that household provider Providin' the rhyme that be deep as The Poseidon Adventure Niggas need to test they freakin' tincture For the sickness that be spreadin' with the quickness Remedies, cousin, I be doin' on my enemy Penalty, then I drink 40's to they memories Emotion, coursin' through your town street vicinity Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity [Break: Method Man] (Tical.... tical... tical, tical...) 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, rhahhrh! [Bridge: Method Man] What's that rhythm? What's that sound? Party people gettin' down When it hit no doubt about Just Release Yo' Delf [Verse 2: Method Man] My God, somebody said, it's on — if it is, then I'll be set To blow a nigga up with my five fingers of death I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you frontin' On any man down with the Clan, I be comin' For the headpiece, you can't cope For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat' My peoples — are you with me? Where you at?! Shit's gettin' deep in here, I mean like thick Niggas lookin' all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo' That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo' What is it? Niggas think they bigger Because they got their finger on the trigger of a pistol They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic Better yet a Snapple Nigga want the juice, but he don't want the hassle When we try to overthrow the castle Better yet, the temple, I'm comin' to your town Black down, the rental car, the pistol Cocked, if you don't want to burn from the Glock, then beware I buck shots, meanin' what? The buck stops here No more dough will be made Unless it's bein' made by who? [Bridge: Method Man] What's that rhythm? What's that sound? Party people gettin' down When it hit no doubt about Just release yo' delf [Break: Method Man] (Tical.... tical... tical, tical...) 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, rhahhrh! [Chorus: Blue Raspberry] When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you right, Tical And it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you right, Tical And it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long [Break 2: Method Man] Throw your hands in the sky And wave them from side to side And if you're ready to spark up the Meth Tical Let me hear you say "stimuli" [Chorus: Blue Raspberry] When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you right, Tical And it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long