Elements - Method Man F/ Star Polite
Artist : “Method Man F/ Star Polite”
Song title : “Elements”
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method man
Therethere?
One more game
Yo uh huh uh huh
Staar
Surround sounder blunt smokin remy downer
Hip hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed undertakin undergrounders
This lyricist lounge with low that be lounger
Aliens is out of townish fuck applause
Niggas clap now with forty pounders and fourty fours
Is it all fair in love with war
Young uns with guns
Acting like they taking yours
Uh
Live by the sword
They gonna die by the sword
Uh
My vocal cords break the laws that apply to nature
Low and these niggas love to hate ya
Request the henney straight no chaser
Twin towerin i skyscrape ya
Now gimme yours
Star
Trifled disciple
Arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal
Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars
Allah punk im hazardous as a bomb and arms spinnin like christ
Recitin psalms in the streets of babylon
Verbs i gather well ?? data shells
My squad camoflauge your wealth
Like the bible with parabels
With the navigator
Spittin razor sharp
Breath laser data
Thatll tickle you now
But sway you later
Method man
On this one call me lee major
Million dollar man
Bionic or proffesor chronic
Still not a player
I just fuck alot the panty raider
Get shortys mad
They curse you wild on your sky pager
Stankin ass
Polite
Yo mr big mouth
Better duck down or bite the bullet
You niggas got guns but you scared to death to pull it
Bet if i pull my gun im gon squeeze
Im startin at your head
Son
And stoppin at your knees
I hate your screwmugs
Rumble counterfeit thugs
Niggas want mine
Bet they come and get it in blood
fat potential
Gave birth to a corrupt mental
foul thoughts paralyzin temples
Its just that simple
Chorus
All
You better come with your best gun
Niggas be holdin
Its all war no fun
Niggas be bowlin
You niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Lets get it on
Best to come with your best gun
Niggas be rollin
Its all war no fun
Niggas be holdin
You niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Lets get it on
Star
Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth glock
We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique got
Was lip lock
Heavy heat
Steady street sweepin your peeps
Hawks
Machete chops puttin cease to your petty fleets
This raw rebel got more metal than pop
And rock groups
When my glock shoots the scores settled
A ground attack
Im bound to clap rounds of rap
Clowns are found flat
face down around the map
Simple minds
Cripple smiles
My rhymes are four five
The size oh two nines combine
Cant even tickle mine
Method man
I told you once
I told your ass a thousand times
Chump
Body in the trunk
Stay in line punk
fucking with your mind?
Polite
Yo
You be the actual
Sixteen bars
Comin after you
Never go against my team
They might embarrass you
Slit-slang terrorist talk
fully armed
Put your hands up
Ima put a hole in your paws
Ruin your side show
Eyes low
Brains fried from hydro
Two choices
Bass off or either die slow
We all scholars when its time to clean a dirty dollar
Attack the boards
Its like a rotweiler
Method man
Niggas comin out they shoes like they usher
These motherfuckers on the run
And they socks from
The bounty hunter
Iron lungster
Rain and thunder
Here come the lightning now im strikin back at niggas bitin
Pushin buttons just to step away from self-destruction
Inch and a half away from touchin somethin
Suckin away from bustin
Yall brothers laugh now and cry later
I rap from alpha to omega
Sixty four to sega
Whoopin that ass
Walk you dogs through the lookin glass
Been burnin mcs since cookin class
Makin it hot like the summer in the crackspot
With blacktops
My nickle slot
Triple bar
Hit the jackpot
On each block
Im the remedy
Send them back to me
After detock
Shorty got knuckles in the reebok
Plus we got a problem with the benz
Whats the problem with the benz
She want the six-hundred
But she aint got the ends
Chorus
All
You better come with your best gun
Niggas be holdin
Its all war no fun
Niggas be bowlin
You niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Lets get it on