Next Up

Lyrics

[Intro: 60 Second Assassin, sample] Now you know you gon' respect the law "Well, I got some shit too, nigga!" Yeah, nigga travel far "You respect my shit and I'll respect yours" "You respect my shit and I'll respect yours" [Verse 1: 60 Second Assassin] I traveled so far, I'm chew on niggas lyrics for a Mars bar New era plus I'm like reign terror So highly mechanized, a nigga died and measured the inevitable Beyond the ever so, this deadly technical Scribes get revised in the time before celestial No being or lyric ever hit precise, double sight Take light through the crypts at night Spark pathetic brains and meteorite Seven heaven verses the seven wonder, lyrics of thunder As lightning strikes snakes out from under Cloudy men drips, sinks Niles of fine mist Words are the gift, land for the Tales out the Crypt Of the dark dead senses, gods of heavenly business Count Dracula told me how to find the eclipse I leave your lip stitched 'cause you couldn't mind your business But when it came to this rap, you should've vacated the premises Make way for a chilla, thriller, down low killer Getting civil, next up [Hook: Prodigal Sunn (Hell Razah)] Yo, I believe that's me (Aiyo P get on the mic for the NYC) [Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] We attack you from the metronome, catch you and your crew Home Alone Blow with the chrome, nigga, I'm blown to the bone My title be known Hannibal, dynamical maestro Spark and pulling hydro, my team of psychos Sound is higher than the Eiffel Towers Second/minutes led to hour, we contain the power Spitting bibles, the Sunshower, the wise owl on the scene They think we forget a dream My aura sheens like morphine in your veins Pastors sing, can do and your crew oooh stand the rain Many men possess the jinn in the jungle of sin Deeper within, Sunn chosen, others frozen From the explosion, my opposition Protect my team of demolitions, full competition I keep 'em drinking, binging Like some chicken heads on the ground I bag a trey pound for foes that wanna get down Me and my clique sharpen the sound Infiltrate the town, town, town [Hook: 60 Second Assassin (Hell Razah)] Yo, next up? (I believe that's me) Aiyo, Razah get on the mic for the NYC [Verse 3: Hell Razah] If I could chew glass to this, True Master shit, check it Hell Razah raise from the dead, black Lazarus Hitting ass to this on King Sol's mattresses Bust your gat to this, make sure you hold it accurate John the Baptist this, dip you with the fish Aladdin out the genie lamp grant you on your wish Trapped in the studio booth and told the truth You better try a video shoot or get the boot From BK to Beirut we shutting down groups Gathering the youth while you macking in the chicken coop Duck Duck Goose, tie him in a noose What's the use of having troops if you don't put them to use? Y'all rappers couldn't blow if a windy storm produce And sung a kiddie song and wore a Power Ranger suit Salute the first fruit, King David birth root Play the Earth's flute just before I execute [Hook: Method Man (Hell Razah)] (Next up?) Yo, I believe that's me (Aiyo, Meth lock it down like LAPD) [Verse 4: Method Man] While you proceed to cut the mustard, I cut the cheese Mr. Freeze giving cold shoulders to MCs The sickest of disease, Johnny Blaze at 360 degrees My PLO steez is from here to overseas Gorillas in the Mist swinging from the highest trees, bombing enemies See me in the global war being all that I can be Camouflage fatigue, hard headed major league Got 'em under siege your battleship in sinking 20,000 leagues beneath sea level Adjust the treble on that thang thang, get your shovel Can you dig it? Keep talking 'bout it while we live it All day, every days a Billie Holiday Lady Sings the Blues get the street news by the way Have you heard crime pay? Hit your block like that lava that burnt Pompeii, mega hot In the melting pot, felt the shot around the world We unstoppable like Juggernaut. baby girl Armed and dangerous treat militia, I'll make you famous Gama-radiated verbal going through changes