featuring Method Man



Intro: Redman



Hahahahahaaa

follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow

I'ma follow...

Just do what ya feel and we gon follow

Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)

Haha Meth Tical



Verse One: Method Man Redman



Who wanna flip with the acrobatic

From ground zero all the way to attic what we be smokin Tical

The resevoir is now open

I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style

We hold court and blow trial

You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now

Man's down, hands down

Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart

to my fucking heart

Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word

Time Time 4 Sum Aksion

Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin

I'm throwin wrestling holds

Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot

If it don't hip it don't hop



If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life



I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through

that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule

Better move with a set of tools

I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual

I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters

when I slaughter don't get caught in the water

Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order

Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her

Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease

Did more drugs than pharmacies

So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare

Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities

Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority

of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority

And when my nigga Meth shine

out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time



[Erick Sermon] Redman and Method Man still...

(hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)

It's that Jersey representer

Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter

Word...



Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)

Funk Doc break it down



Verse Two: Redman, Method Man



Yo, suck my dick out of animosity

The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery

to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies

And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy

Impossibly might be the one in black leather

Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'

The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit

Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her

Three years for carrying a loaded handgun

But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one

to your cranium

That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian

(Yo watch you say to him!)

You caught up in a tight situation

I should start erasin your whole organization for makin

wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement

You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent

Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger

Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack

I peel caps, on the regular

Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator

Fuck you, your label moms and your editor

Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin

all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin

Bitches hit me off more than New Edition

(tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)

I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique

So Iron Lung [born to wonder]

Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin



We moonshine and grow crops

Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin

these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions

U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin

Next in, line, parental discretion advised

these explicit, street linguistics

Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin

I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it

Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid

Color-safe bleach so I don't fade

Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp

get yo' bandaids hold that

Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at

On the case like I'm Kojak

Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits

Raider Ruckus

One, I come with premeditated redrum

Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums

Bottom line either get down or get done

Motherfucker