I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my metal's based on instrumental Record hey, so I can write monumental Methods, I'm not the king But niggaz is decay I stick 'em for the cream Check it, just how deep can shit get Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it In your cross color, clothes you've crossed over Then got totally crossed out and Kris Cross Who the boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side And I'm the dark side of the force Of course it's the Method Man from the Wu Tang Clan I be hectic, and comin' for the head piece protect it Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus Bustin' at me bruh, now bust it, styles I gets buck wild Method Man on some shit, pullin' niggaz files I'm sick, insane, crazy, drivin' Miss Daisy Out her fuckin' mind now I got mine I'm Swayze Is it real son, is it really real son Let me know it's real son, if it's really real Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one Want it raw deal son, if it's really real And when I was a lil' stereo (Stereo) I listened to some champion (Champion) I always wondered (Wondered) Will now I be the numba' one? (Yo) Now you listen to the Gorgon (Gorgon) And the Gorgon summary (Yo) And any man that come test me (Test me) Me wanna lick out them brains (It's that why) © WU TANG PUBLISHING; CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; RAMECCA PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com