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Tical (1994)
Meth
vs. Chef Intro:
Duel,
worthy of a general If
you want to fight, fight with me! One
to one! Man to man!Get ready to gel team! Live
and direct from the one-six-ooh We
got Tical, pow! Raekwon
the Chef, Tical! It's
about to go on, Tical! You
make the call, I make the call! It's
all for all Method
Man, Raekwon the Chef (count my shells) And
there's about to be one left (count
my shells, nigga)I know you know it'son kid (Bring
that shit I don't give a fuck!) *bell
rings* Verse
One: Method Man Who
lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye Cheeba-hawk
from New York, Tical Staten Isle niggaz
thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught a
bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short of
a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening style,
blowing up the spot like ballistic missiles,
I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven tearing
up the power-u, Me-Tical A
bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck hit
your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front out
the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain of
the dog shit, nobody move run your garments A
rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat Wrap
a power in a tec, to wet a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases Sniffling
sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever Fucker,
I think it's bout time that you suffer Bobbin
on my nob like an all day sucker *bell
rings* Bitch!Meth
Vs. Chef (it's
my turn) Meth Vs. Chef(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef (yo,
yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef (callin
me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death *bell
rings* Verse
Two: Raekwon the Chef I'm
goin all out kid no turnbacks You
could try to front, get smoked and that's that Lyric
assassin, dressed in black buggin Sixteen
shots to your mug, from a slug then I
go to war in a conrete jungle, make the puntcause niggaz act funny, and
fumble But
I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly Niggaz
stay strapped, armed to dieTime for jet-black Tim boot, flowin Wha-Su
God get him, hit em with the nine troop No
question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session Bloodshot
in that direction, cypher *bell
rings*' Tack
you like chess moves best move Yo,
yeah, yo The
boards, your ass 'Tack,
'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell
rings* 'Tack
the boards like chess moves best move at
Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew Live
direct, yeah you better step Gunshots
ring on the set, let's jet Motivate,
to the gate With
some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle Airwaves,
yo behave Now
you're a slave with the boots that paved the way *bell
rings three times* Ahh
shit!Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth |
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