| Lyrics: | Method Man]
I'm sayin, you-could-you could just come over top of that shit...
Did I hear
it?
Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!!
[Ol' Dirty Bastard (in background
repeating)]
SUCK A DICK!!! [6x]
SUCK MY DICK!!!
[Method Man]
And it don't,
it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
stop!
It all starts wit the pad and pen, shall we begin
To burn bush in this rap session,
once again
On the run be the Black Stallion
Now you fuckin wit Ticallion, hmmm
Iron
Lung, boy me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun
I'ma get you none, accept challenge
AHH!
Run a mile wit a racist, they iced it, I aced it
Placed it, right up in their face
till they faced it
Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone
I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the
bone to the bone
Danger zone, that's my life and my song
Keep it movin, hop along little
doggies!
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Uh uh uh, FUCK YOU!!!
Drive The Mack
Cadillac
Dark shade the window all sunny and black
Pitch antenna back of the
car
Inside is a TV, even a bar
Bulletproof down, safe and sound
Chauffeur in the
FRONT just to drive the Lexus all around
Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm
inside
Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise
[Laughs] Enter
[RZA]
Yo yo
my Wu-Tang cliff'll make your atom split
The power of my brain, you can't fathom
it
Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain
Don't EVER say thy God name in
vain
My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe
Can record your words
And your
lies and approach you
And have my Dogs come and Ghost you
When it comes to the bread son,
the heat will toast you
[U-God]
Music makes me lose control
This is not just
rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now
we on a roll
On a rise, now here we go
Guaranteed to flip the show
RZA beats is outta
control
Outta control, outta control, outta control
Outta control, now here we
go
[Masta Killa]
Yo who got that nigga gassed like he can't get
skimasked
Abducted from his doorstep
Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin
He's
a glutton
What I'm manifestin each day is a lesson
Ya'll faggots, came to the School of
the 36 Chambers
Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars
We trendsetters in Wu
leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers, whatever
[Chorus (U-God) 2x]
Music makes me
lose control
This is not just rock and roll
Hip hop digs right to the soul
Music
makes me lose control
Wu-Tang, now we on a roll
On a rise, now here we go [Skip next line
on the second time of chorus]
Music makes me lose control [2x]
Guaranteed to rip the
show
RZA beats is outta control
Outta control, outta control, outta control
Now here
we go |
