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Hey yo, Hey yo
[Verse 1 - iNTeLL:]
Its like Im trapped inside a cage
I cant explain this type of rage
Its not a moment or a phase
But possibly the end of days
Watch as I stand up on the stage
Not as an artist but a slave
Deep inside my subconscious
My music keeping me sane
They say its levels to the sh**
I say its levels to your brain
You cant acquire the higher
Youll always remain the same
Regardless of all the money
and b**hes yanking your chain
What good is a private plane to a man who cant walk the plains
Hip-hop is now gen-pop, populated with lames
Attacking you with these frequencies
Meant to destroy your brain
Im fitting to go supernova
Expose em to superflames
Soon as I pick these locks on these psychological chains
The answer is in the question
The question comes from the pain
And the pain is just electrical signals sent to my brain
but the brain is just a box where information remains
As I try to remain a soldier, the voice in my head explains
[Verse 2 Method Man:]
Im still shadowboxing lungs and oxygen
This an icebreaker, no bubblegum was popping
Another hot concoction trick, ya might need amoxicillin
The kids too sick, You're gonna need shots to k** em
My method is ill, Doc admit him
When I see you, ICU can get em
Your boy give em bars until the judge acquit him
The court cant convict him or find the gloves to fit him
Thats OJ, I mean OK, I mean, Im not kidding, no play
Jealous ones still envy, Thats Jose
Peace to Cartagena, I flow hey
But I dont speak Spanish, yo no se
Im a seasoned veteran, obey
Obtain a freestyle, its cold pay
The old me, resort to my old ways
My old man was stuck in his old days
Still he wanna blaze like John but rapping aint in his forte
[Chorus Method Man:]
Look how we did it to ya
Yall just dont get it do you?
Special deliver to ya
This is how we give it to you
Ima get it to ya [x4]
What rapper spit it truer?
But they dont live it, do ya?
My shooter co*k the Ruger
This is how we get it to you
Ima get it to ya [x4]
[Verse 3 Masta k**a:]
It was only the elite who could walk these streets
With j**els and not get stuck
n***as didnt give a f**
Real Gs know Im talking about
Taking what you making, stripping what you wearing
caring about nothing
Gun barrel in your face, cold steel on your cheek
This is how we meet and greet
Enemy across the street
Leaning on his Rover jeeps
Smiling, showing all teeth
Seeing son in my hood, it aint all sweet
And you havent earned the respect
of those who come, creep and take money
So you just food that n***as come eat
And they dont get no chain back
You might see em rocking that
f** you looking at? Problem needs solving
You see that big 357 thing revolvingrevolving
[Verse 4 - Streetlife:]
Yeah, you n***as aint street
My money talks word of mouth
I figured you out
The life I live, youre not about
Price on your head, Im taking cash advances
Ill take my chances, then deal with the circumstances
Livin off the land like a land shark
Im on the lamb like the gyro with the white sauce
Idle times a devil
Playground, make moves
Watch me k** your whole vibes, crush groove
Hands high, say hello to my little friend
Point the finger at the bad guy, its me again
Who are they to criticize me?
I do it like a G
Im a n***a from the mutha-f**ing streets
Throw me in the fire, watch me bubble
I was built for the struggle, my knees never buckle
[Chorus Method Man:]
Look how we did it to ya
Yall just dont get it do you?
Special deliver to ya
This is how we give it to you
Ima get it to ya [x4]
What rapper spit it truer?
But they dont live it, do ya?
My shooter co*k the Ruger
This is how we get it to you
Ima get it to ya [x4]