• Flesh of My Flesh Blood of My Blood
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  • Flesh of My Flesh Blood of My Blood

    Blackout

    Blackout

    Intro:
    Method Man:
    *All my people...!*

    Redman:
    It's Funk Doc
    Where da weed at, bitch?!
    I speed back wist, down to one-way from cops
    See thas' shit?! Believe thas' shit!
    Slaughter straight to camcorder, I'm too hot for t.v.
    Backdraw water, my windpipes attached to
    Project-ballers
    You yell: "Turn the heat down!"
    My voice, D.V.D. round-sound, some herb round town
    And chances of ya'll leavin', round now
    Wait later, will make Funk page paper
    Date Raper wit' Juvenile 8th Graders
    Hit the High School at 187 Caesar
    When I bust ya'll need to back 4 acres
    Doc ya'll and that's my man Jabberjaw
    The shitlist ready, who next to scratch off?
    I'm from the underground, my soundlib
    Platform shoes to bitches, 400 pounds!

    Chorus: Method Man & Redman
    GET UP, STAND UP, BACK UP, PUSH 'EM
    JUMP UP, ACT UP TO MAKE YOU FEEL IT!
    Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM
    Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM
    Yo' BLACKOUT, SHOOT OUT, SMOKED OUT
    MOVE OUT, EVEN KNOCK THE TOOTH OUT, TO MAKE YA'LL FEEL
    IT!
    Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM
    Brrrrr...STICK 'EM, HA-HAHA STICK 'EM

    Method Man:
    Now I'm the streettalkin', dogwalkin'
    Approach me with extreme caution, OH NOW YOU FORCIN'?
    My hand that rock yo' cradle often
    I'm hot-scorchin', but stone cold like Steve Austin
    If you smell what Tical cookin', ain't try to see
    central bookin'
    So til ya gon' stop lookin', now what you did last
    summer?
    So I started hookin', you past shookin'
    Over open can I ass-whoopin'?
    Ain't no tomorrows in the Method's Little Shop Of
    Horrors
    Go ask your father who the father from the Hill to
    Harbor
    You know tha saga, marijuana bustin' Goldschlaager
    With deadly medley, ya'll ain't ready for Shakwon and
    Reggie
    Don't even bother, the radio for back-up
    Alright then, ya man got slapped up extorted for his
    icin'
    Streetlife is triflin' *Body over here...!*
    Col' make me pull a Tyson and bite a nigga' ear
    Precisin', slicin' jugulars the cut-crew
    Ruggeder, Predator, Viking, etc.
    People's champ, niggaz be takin' all competetors
    Reachin' for the microphone, relax and light a bone
    Straight from the Catacomb
    The Children Of The Corn, that don't got a clue
    Prepare for desert storm!

    Chorus:
    I scored 1.1 on my SAT
    And still push a whip with a right and left AC
    Gorilla, Big Dog, if my name get called
    I'm behind the brickwall with arsenic jaws
    Spit poison, got a gun permit draw
    Gundown at Sundown you keep score!
    This training-course and ya'll ain't fit
    On my crew-tombstone put 'We All Ain't Shit'

    Method Man:
    Yo', all you gonna be, wanna be
    When will you learn? Wanna be Doc and Meth? Gotta wait
    ya turn
    I spit a .41 Revolver on New Year's Eve
    With the mic in my hand I mutilate m.c.'s
    The most slept on since Rip Van Wink
    My shit stink with every element from A to Zinc
    So what you think? I'ma blackout on just one drink?
    You must be crazy! A little off the wall maybe
    Go get a shrink...

    Chorus

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