Testo Redman & Method Man - Freestyle - Redman & Method Man
Testo della canzone Redman & Method Man - Freestyle (Redman & Method Man), tratta dall'album Funkmaster Flex Presents The Mix Tape Vol. 1
Microphone coming down when I have to tweak ya ass (break ya)
Blow your ass one time, peace that (whoo!)
DJ Twiz, I will leave your ass blind
Causing ruckus for all you motherfuckers
Don't you know me and Method Man, jam like smuckers (smuckers)
All you fools out there wanna test these thieves
You better come down with the Buddha bless, then freeze
And gimme all your loot and your weed, motherfucker
You just a cheesy ass sleeve, of the grass, blow your ass (whoo)
Feel the blast from the past when I smoke the hash
It's that Funk Doctor Spock, got it lock, Methtical (yeah)
Get on the mic right now
My rap guns be blazing, trails, I'm hard as nails (yeah)
Society's the cage, got me locked down in hell (yeah)
My mental is trapped in the shadows of rap (yeah)
Casualties 'cause my reality is strapped (yeah)
Criminology pays, the sun got the rays (yeah)
The heat seeking missiles, AKA Johnny Blaze, ow
Hurt so good, (ow), take it to the (ow), Methtical
Bring it to your headpiece, ow
What you wanna do, shit, niggas be like
That's that shit, that make you wanna get high
Now, open that high shit, I be choking
What's that shit that they be smoking? Tical (yeah)
Word up, 1996 in your ass, in your ass (in your ass)
Funkmaster Flex, Funkmaster Flex, compilation freestyle album (freestyle in your ass)
In your ass, in your ass, nigga, anybody out there wanna bring it
Bring it, bring it on, bring it on
We got lyrics for years, for all you fucking peers
Now, you think motherfuckers great to you ears
That's the freestyle, proclaim your name
Who's that nigga smoking Buddah on the A-train?
It's the Funk Doctor Spock, rock the spot, word up
Coming through, got the Glock to your headpiece, what?
Release, what, tension, when I mention
Niggas gave no competition to this shit we got here (yeah)
The real shit, terror to your ear, feel the fear
Coming down, now, up the atmosphere, what we doing
Up your spine, move the back, recline
Say some shit that make you wanna get high
Word up, how high, motherfuckers
1996, peace
Def Squad and Wu-Tang up in this bitch (yeah)
1996 shootout, dick-head
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Ah, yeah
60 minutes of Funk y'all
As we do it old school style
Funkmaster Flex, flavor on top of flavor
We gon' keep it going right here, ah-yeah
Ooh-ooh!
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Writer(s): Method Man, Redman
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