Freddie Perren - Release Yo' Delf lyrics

[Hook: Blue Raspberry] (x2) When I first stepped on the scene, n***as was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you right Tical And it will never steer you wrong And all you b**h-a** n***as in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long [Verse 1: Method Man] Check it, I'm the f**ing man, who they mention Noticed that other n***as rap styles is bogus Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation Inside ya, cause I be that hell sure provider Providing the rhyme that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure n***as need to test they freaking temp'ture For the sickness that be spreading with the quickness Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories Emotion, coursing through your town street vicinity Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity [Break: Method Man] (Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...) As I keep it moving, we keep it moving uh Keep it moving, and keep it moving uh Keep it moving baby we be moving uh Keep it moving, we keep it huh RHARHHH [Bridge: Method Man] What's that rhythm, what's that sound? Party people getting down When it hit no doubt about Just release, yo delf!! [Verse 2: Method Man] My God, somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set To blow a n***a up with my five fingers of d**h I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you fronting On any man down with the Clan, I be coming For the headpiece you can't cope For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother Serial k**er style from the Isles of Stat My peoples are you with me, where you at? sh**'s getting deep in here, I mean like thick n***as looking all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more What is it? n***as think they bigger Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic Better yet a Snapple n***a want the juice but he don't want the ha**le So we're trying to overthrow the castle Better yet the temple I'm coming to your town black down The rental car, the pistol co*ked If you don't want to burn from the Glock Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what? The buck stops here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by who? [Bridge] [Hook x2] [Break #2] Throw your hands in the sky And wave them from side to side And if you're ready to spark up the Meth Tical Let me hear you say stim-uli [Hook]