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Tical (1994)
Tical *sounds
of fighting* "You've
been lucky... I wish I got you last time. En
garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style." "I'd
like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!" Intro:
Method (and others) From
the tip top? (Aiyyo
aiyyo, what the fuck's up with light dude?) Yup
One
two (no doubt, no doubt) One
two one two Yo
one two, uh, one two one two (yeahh, we gon' be up in that) Ah
one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up) Ah
one two yo, check me out Chorus:
What's
that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical Pass
it over here... tical... tical, tical What's
that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical Pass
it over here... tical... tical, tical Verse
One: Check
it, I got styles, all of em sick Niggaz
ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks I
make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show He
ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe That
wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek I
come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep and
I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass In
a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas It's
a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky Method
Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly Cause
my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles Make
ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll get
severe on the double I harass it I
don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble Ya
bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted Open
up a deadly venom style to be mastered By
a psychopathic, way beyond an average Joe,
with a hellafied flow, there ya have it Chorus
One
two, uh, one two one two One
two, uh, one two one two One
two, uh, one two one two Check
it out Verse
Two: What
goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit that
we got is to stay high, no question Lethal
weapon, ain't no time for half steppin When
brothers start wettin everything in ya section Move
that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that Do
dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that To'
up, from the flow up, don't even show up To
the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up Is
there a fuckin snake in my garden? Starvin,
for a rap treat, steppin on my feet Pardon
yo delf, before ya find yo delf In
a FUCKED UP situation, without no help I'm
not playin, cause I don't play with nobody God
damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs I
be sprayin, brother with words Cause
I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM Chorus
One
two uh, one two one two One
two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical) (yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...) |
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