Cappadonna, U-God, Method Man - Supa Ninjaz lyrics
[Cappadonna, U-God, Method Man - Supa Ninjaz lyrics]
Dino the dart specialist knahmean?
Golden Arms, yo
Meth Tical, John John do your thing thing
What? Check it
The all eye seein, heavenly divine
The truth brings out, the temper in my spine
A Hill sound again
Feelin symptoms that bit me
I feel for you victims
With everything up in me (uh huh)
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy
Back the fuck up
Cause I'm stimmi off the Remi
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts
Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts
(what?)
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin
The razor faced victims, WHEW
That's what kissed em
Appropriate precaution, surroundin
Certain it curtains
I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement
For mental enslavement, I'm cravin
A misbehavin savior
America the grave for gun wavers (what?)
The wave runners, what the blood seed again
Make you wonder
About the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds
With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes
Hmm, I spy, with my crooked eye
Full metal street soldiers, born to die
Put em up yeah fuck yeah
When it's Hammertime
Niggas can't be touched here
The true and livin
Night vision unseen, like Gene
When I hack men The Unforgiven
Left in prison in the Wu Tang dirty dungeon
Now you succumbin
To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted
By tracks that be True Mastered
Opposites attract
Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself
Til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt
Like hot beans-and-butter nigga
I got the belt
What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot
I walk the Underground Railroad
With Harriett just a slave to the rhythm
- victims I'm like alien
About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live
Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin
T2 Judgment day comin, nobody's safe
When I reminisce about Case
Still hit the staircase
When the coppers give chase, I give em finger
The only Hip-Hop singer, to tell America
To kiss his Killer Bee stinger
Nothin can save ya
From this major misbehavior, heavy hands
Layin corners in the elevator
Guard your grill
I speculate, get my darts straight
Don't exaggerate
Dictate, do it with the Papermate
Set the plate set the bait, checkmate
Fuckin with cha mental state
Double take, meditate, earthquake
VGL contemplate big boys integrate catch you
At the sess skate
Army tank, high rank, got the bank
Got the shank talk the talk walk
The walk from New York
To Up North to downstate to LA, to all day
To cliches to instant replays
To all the DJ's
To BJ's in the PJ's, equality days
With money like legs I plant eggs
Pele roundhead
The dog bred, snakes runnin from red
Catch dead
Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform
Shit like gangs in Now Born
Check for new Don
Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest
We never were conned
Duffed out and knowledge born
("Rock, the body body - rock the body body")
Golden Arms, yo
Meth Tical, John John do your thing thing
What? Check it
The all eye seein, heavenly divine
The truth brings out, the temper in my spine
A Hill sound again
Feelin symptoms that bit me
I feel for you victims
With everything up in me (uh huh)
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy
Back the fuck up
Cause I'm stimmi off the Remi
A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick of nuts
Every cut, I split and try and felt the guts
(what?)
Nigga what, earthquakin speech, woofer hissin
The razor faced victims, WHEW
That's what kissed em
Appropriate precaution, surroundin
Certain it curtains
I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the pavement
For mental enslavement, I'm cravin
A misbehavin savior
America the grave for gun wavers (what?)
The wave runners, what the blood seed again
Make you wonder
About the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds
With right timin, bite with vampire rhymes
Hmm, I spy, with my crooked eye
Full metal street soldiers, born to die
Put em up yeah fuck yeah
When it's Hammertime
Niggas can't be touched here
The true and livin
Night vision unseen, like Gene
When I hack men The Unforgiven
Left in prison in the Wu Tang dirty dungeon
Now you succumbin
To my twelve part dirty dozens, flabbergasted
By tracks that be True Mastered
Opposites attract
Beef plus they ass backwards, stick yourself
Til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt
Like hot beans-and-butter nigga
I got the belt
What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot
I walk the Underground Railroad
With Harriett just a slave to the rhythm
- victims I'm like alien
About to put that shit up in em, I Can't Live
Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin
T2 Judgment day comin, nobody's safe
When I reminisce about Case
Still hit the staircase
When the coppers give chase, I give em finger
The only Hip-Hop singer, to tell America
To kiss his Killer Bee stinger
Nothin can save ya
From this major misbehavior, heavy hands
Layin corners in the elevator
Guard your grill
I speculate, get my darts straight
Don't exaggerate
Dictate, do it with the Papermate
Set the plate set the bait, checkmate
Fuckin with cha mental state
Double take, meditate, earthquake
VGL contemplate big boys integrate catch you
At the sess skate
Army tank, high rank, got the bank
Got the shank talk the talk walk
The walk from New York
To Up North to downstate to LA, to all day
To cliches to instant replays
To all the DJ's
To BJ's in the PJ's, equality days
With money like legs I plant eggs
Pele roundhead
The dog bred, snakes runnin from red
Catch dead
Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform
Shit like gangs in Now Born
Check for new Don
Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest
We never were conned
Duffed out and knowledge born
("Rock, the body body - rock the body body")