Method Man — Freestyle - Lyricstyle Vocal

[Intro: Method Man] Yeah, yeah, yeah Meth-Tical, 118, alright Sandman 118, this goes to my man big Carlton Fisk Fiskus, what the deal son? Comin' through with the gun, gallion, ahh it's a Stallion Hang like gold medallions, check it out [Verse: Method Man] Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it Make that loot black man and stay focused Whoever thought that nigga Tical could bring the dope shit Clog up the arteries quick with overdoses Lethal injected poem be in the zone Find me a spot in the shade and call it home Recline, let a nigga drink wine and get a Jones Mad Max, the minimalist shot by Terrordome In half with a logical staff, the aftermath A bloodbath, verbal assault, I'm in that ass now How could a rapper get down if he can't get up Taught in the darkness, yeah I light your shit up Calgon, oh my god the Black Stallion Comin' to your house in the projects, represent And I eject lyrics from my mouthpiece, check The style, ooh yeah, across the Verrazzano Shaolin what, the Isle, yeah Park Hill Avenue, big up the crew W to the U-Tang, 36 Chambers Of Death Check the Meth-Man, oh my god the slam like I'm Onyx Hooked on the chronic, fuck the phonics electronics Got me goin' through it, can't do it and just screw it Baby, F-U it, stay true to it, uh My life, that's my culture, I self Lord and Master The disaster comin' faster, [?] The blaster, lyrics Shasta, hehehe, ha-ha Passed ya, so the stone, the bone Meth-Tical off on his own, like Patti LaBelle I might rock bells like I was LL, ha! But you can't see that or smell Any type of lyric I tell like AT&T Check me, the M-E-T-H-O-D M-A-N Spread [?] through my sin, oh my god the black skin Drafted, what the devil, the lowest level Give him his own shovel to dig his own grave He's the mental slave and I'm my death Took the shit, never half step Meth-Tical rip sharp as the meth South Pole on your left, not a breath But I'ma come once again, I choose the gum No the swine, the gum base, the dextrose on our mind Ahh pork on the fork, better check the rugged New York styles From the Meth-Tical, oh my god You better check the large squad Comin' from the uh, hard type of struggles Niggas better bubble for they mentals and get they hustle If they got to, flex they muscle Fuckin' round with Russell Simmons at the Def Jam Swimmin' with the fine women, hehe you know my stee The beat's goin' please, now I'm out Ha, you know the routine, Sandman, the 118, huh