Methods

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Rap battles, I saw MC's goin' at it Crews playin' new records, I arrived and caused static From Frisco to Oakland, like Bronx to Manhattan You know what's happenin' – Charizma style of rappin Hey yo, B, you know your man Kwan that's 10 feet tall? He should drop the mic and pick up a basketball Ah yes, y'all, mad love to my crew, everyone's real cool All we wanna do is to be in a record pool Ah yes, y'all, this is my design to make my niggas rewind Labels pull crimes, it's time for me to resign The style's deep even when we fall asleep Dreamin' of the usual – a rap beat I got class with my math, so remember this If you're not down, you're expelled off my premises I come with bombs when the scene is loud and hectic I'm clean cut and suave, the dapper type Man – I got methods [Hook] (Rap so strong and Rap so def), I got Methods! (Rap so strong and Rap so def), I got Methods! (Rap so strong and Rap so def), I got Methods! (Rap so strong and Rap so def) [Verse 2] I got you and your crew peepin' me out and starin' Maybe this is something you're not accustomed to hearin' I'm comin' through clownin', takin' titles and much clout And when I'm rollin' dice, I got my boys on the lookout It's just Charizma with the Nikes, Charizma with the knots Charizma on stage is Charizma sure to rock So check it out, party people in the place The newest car I ever had was a '78 I'm straight rollin' in my bucket with my boys at ease And when I see a liquor store, I think of 10 G's I'm just fanatic with these rhymes, you can't read 'em, though Young kid, you're not ready for torpedos Just wait until my moms hears this jam She'll say I have to scram, but she has to take me for what I am When I need someone to talk to for insight I see what's in sight, and that's lovely girls tonight I got methods [Verse 3] I got rappers takin' votes, it's a rappin' debate I make my speech, announce the winner at the studio live at 8 So Captain Save Whore ain't waxin' no floors This is just a rhyme from page 74 As far as girls, yeah, they know me, they talk about Colby But Colby ain't got nothin' on me, I rap in Dolby So, hey world, open your eyes to the wack 'Cause when the goin' gets rap, the wack get off my track And that's black Who said that real Hip-Hop don't sell? Me and my whole crew bought two copies of 'Raising Hell' Just the other day there was a contest with ten MC's Mad, lookin' wack, wearin' Lee's, they clocked deez I was like, "Okay...," so I gave it a bang Now those MC's ain't got nothing but their ex-girls to blame I got methods