Invisible Ether

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man, Vinnie Paz] Vinnie Paz Mr. Mef Shoutout to Hayman and the OG Mr. Wall Ticalian Stallion, Staten Island Wu-Tang Forever Philly in here And a day, you heard? Wu-Tang Forever This what I do in my sleep man Official Pistol and all that Go, go, go Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Method Man] I say, "Lights, camera, action" and back to clean up their act again Cashin' in, kinda like Apple Pay, they tappin' in It take two, you not Rob Base, clown, you cappin' it Roger that, I'm in Rob's place now, what's happenin'? Staten in the buildin', ain't no accident We might take a knee, amen, Kaepernick, I'm dope but I ain't traffickin' Nah, ain't no comparison, babblin' rappers imaginin' They battlin' Eminem usin' them bars, embarassin' Everytime I ate I turn my passion into passionatе You hazardous and half of my Mobb Deep ain't having it Master this music, I ain't Harriet But still I took the undеrground road with no Swing Low, Sweet Chariots I'm so amazing, I've graced many occasions Got these carats like "Holy Potato Salad and raisins" A foul taste in your mouth, my foul's flagrant I blow a smoke cloud in your face, a foul fragrance [Chorus: Scratches] When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage Speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex And all my weapons, packin' Glocks and packin' TECs When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage Speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex And all my weapons, I'm packin' Glocks and packin' TECs [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I will torture like Rebenga The .45 with me like we Cory and Topanga Side pop a robber and the shorty speakin' Bangla (What she sayin'?) Muhfucka goofy and I thought he was a mangler (Fuckin' goofball!) Magazines that contain .80s (Brr!) Muhfuckas really is goofy but play crazy (Fuckin' dickhead!) I kill at will, you can't fade me Shots fire at you, I slap you like Wayne Brady That's a shotty and it's many more (It's more) A golden key can open any door (Yeah) Broken-ass woofer and a speaker (Crackhead) Tambourine Man, and he cookin' in the beaker (Cookin') The temperature high and it's too humid (It's too hot out here) I don't like the way that you talkin', you move stupid (Stupid!) The .38 holdin' five in it (Five in it!) You made your bed, you gotta lie in it [Chorus: Scratches] When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage Speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex And all my weapons, packin' Glocks and packin' TECs When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage Speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex And all my weapons, I'm packin' Glocks and packin' TECs [Outro: Vinnie Paz] Chinaski Black Stallone, salute 'em Wu-Tang Forever Mr. Mef Ticalian Stallion and all that Staten Island Pistolvania You fuckin' goofballs Fuck outta here