Method Man - NYC Everything Lyrics
RZA/Bobby Digital]Yo, yo, yoFrom the heart of Medina to the head of Fort GreeneNow-Y-C/Now I see EverythingNiggas who sling, Shaolin cats throw inside a bingBobby Digital got the golden seal stingRhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar barMy pinstripe comma deletes your power barDr. Octopus tentacles, same as different songBob Digital instrumental, nothing's indentitcalYou biter, non-writer, Mr. Potato Head or IdaDeep-fried crinkle cut, one nickel cup *****ed your whole LP upYou must be stupid you liarI'm the purifier, live wire, hip-hop reviverA suicide mission you're committin, go against the Wu-Tang henchmenPerfect precision marksman, spit darts an, flip charts 'anArchery, shots aimed at your heart thenDaffy Duckest will still +Bring Da Mother*****in Ruckus+Project Killa Hill be the buckestSmoke blunts drink Bud Light beer wit Buzz LightyearWet from here to infinity for them white hairBobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadelMista pitiful, your whole shrap stack is dispicableUndernourished, your shit cannot flourishCherish every moment of his love before you perish*****, chicka chicka chich, watch me switchLookin for a bird, I can hitch, into your atmosphereTake your ***** out like a pap smearMake you smile, at the same time crack a tearSmack ya rear, vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough riderUp inside ya, dick applehead, opens up your clit widerTaste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a ?prider?(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgieHeart of Medina to the head of Fort GreeneNow-Y-C/Now I see EverythingNiggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside the bingBobby Digital got the killa bee stingFrom the heart of Medina to the head of Fort GreenNow-Y-C Everything, niggas who slingShaolin cats is thrown inside the bingBobby Digital got the killa bee sting[Method Man]Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind againNevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine againMost definate, let this be my last willing testamentFor the pesimist, exercise for the ExorcistJohnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to bePerpetuous, desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to meThe lectorous, Jonathon, king of the seven seas, battle wit LeviathonThe Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it upIf I can't live it up somebody gotta give it upJohn J., blow em out the water adopt the BombeyYour ***** look like Stronjay, look at me the wrong wayBurn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword playThey bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep CoverI'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubberCuz I'm not an easy loverTo the midnight, butt ***** wit a knifeAsk my alien likes, I've been crazy all my lifeHardtime homicide, time flys, do or dieCrooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darksideJohnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,only the strong gon' surviveFrom the depths of the killa to the top, we're now bornWildin on Staten Island be the poet John JohnCan't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gypLike my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle WhipFrom the depths of the killa to the top, we're now bornWildin on Staten Island be the poet John JohnCan't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gypLike my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
