CZARFACE, Method Man - Nightcrawler lyrics
CZARFACE
[CZARFACE, Method Man - Nightcrawler lyrics]
No need to adjust your system
This song call it Jack Herer
Cause a hit strong fist pump
Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
Doubt me? Get in line, cause the list long
Scandalous type, Nixon
'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on
Dick long
Gripped in the pit's with my wit's on
Low quick, short wick on a lit bomb
Better strong any record Inspectah on
I transform to a beast, call me Predacon
Upper echelon
Deck'll rap 'til he dead and gone
Was an ex-con, now I get my checks on
Now a nigga's alright, like I'm never wrong
Headstrong, stepping through a
Present day Lebanon
Like Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone
Set it off
Then I jet, set where the weather's warm
Florida, or something (scratching)
Listen, I'm a visionary, killing this
I'm stealing this
Hang with a gang that's villainous
Building this from the ground up
Turn the sound up
Lounge around, let the beat pound
Like a Dillinger
The handgun, can't come close, I'm a phantom
Your brand ain't a movement and
Your jam ain't an anthem
Tantrum, crying bitch
If battling's your dying wish
I'm a genie, that'll grant that shit
I insist
Fly shit, shrunken little sweater yeah
We tight-knit tight kicks, flow holy water
Like Christ spit ice pick
Swing that motherfucker like a night stick
Prisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit
Listeners, take a deep breath
I mean I'm recessed
ES, mint issue one, you the re-press
Refresh your funny style, you should redress
Speak less
What's a Braveheart with a weak chest?
A knock-out blow, he's down for the count
A knock-out blow, he's down for the count
A knock-out blow, he's down for the count
Listen to this, listen to this
I spit bomb, kill 'em softly with this song
Clique strong
This ain't nothing like a chick song
Big John, in the shower with a big blonde
Switch on the power
Little sour in the big bong i'm big, homes
Y'all ain't living 'til you live long
Big-boned honey
Trying to keep me in the friend zone
I touch down, try and put it in her end-zone
Pimp on, then I dip on her like I'm Jim Jones
Yes y'all heard the rest, who the best
Y'all?
You slept off, I'm a threat, what you rep
Dog?
Respect, dog, here's a bone: go and fetch
Dog
Mr meth y'all, my favourite letter is "F"
Y'all (Ha)
As I continue where we left off
Next off the list
Another hater is checked off
Get lost you trick, check boss, or bet's off
More music and less talk, I'm talking about
I walk down the street people look at me
And say, "Who the hell are you?"
I'm just an average Joe
Dr Yorgo, the EQ on this will
Make Czarface's brain bleed
He'll become so enraged, he'll self-destruct
Hahaha don't be so foolish
You oaf! I knew Suckface would be
Stupid enough to surface again
Sir, it's Czar and they love
Him because he's a hero
Well, every hero needs a villain
This song call it Jack Herer
Cause a hit strong fist pump
Rebel on the set make your bitch jump
Doubt me? Get in line, cause the list long
Scandalous type, Nixon
'Melo in your face, like the Knicks on
Dick long
Gripped in the pit's with my wit's on
Low quick, short wick on a lit bomb
Better strong any record Inspectah on
I transform to a beast, call me Predacon
Upper echelon
Deck'll rap 'til he dead and gone
Was an ex-con, now I get my checks on
Now a nigga's alright, like I'm never wrong
Headstrong, stepping through a
Present day Lebanon
Like Marvin, I get it on, Rebel gone
Set it off
Then I jet, set where the weather's warm
Florida, or something (scratching)
Listen, I'm a visionary, killing this
I'm stealing this
Hang with a gang that's villainous
Building this from the ground up
Turn the sound up
Lounge around, let the beat pound
Like a Dillinger
The handgun, can't come close, I'm a phantom
Your brand ain't a movement and
Your jam ain't an anthem
Tantrum, crying bitch
If battling's your dying wish
I'm a genie, that'll grant that shit
I insist
Fly shit, shrunken little sweater yeah
We tight-knit tight kicks, flow holy water
Like Christ spit ice pick
Swing that motherfucker like a night stick
Prisoners, tie son up, that Iron Mike shit
Listeners, take a deep breath
I mean I'm recessed
ES, mint issue one, you the re-press
Refresh your funny style, you should redress
Speak less
What's a Braveheart with a weak chest?
A knock-out blow, he's down for the count
A knock-out blow, he's down for the count
A knock-out blow, he's down for the count
Listen to this, listen to this
I spit bomb, kill 'em softly with this song
Clique strong
This ain't nothing like a chick song
Big John, in the shower with a big blonde
Switch on the power
Little sour in the big bong i'm big, homes
Y'all ain't living 'til you live long
Big-boned honey
Trying to keep me in the friend zone
I touch down, try and put it in her end-zone
Pimp on, then I dip on her like I'm Jim Jones
Yes y'all heard the rest, who the best
Y'all?
You slept off, I'm a threat, what you rep
Dog?
Respect, dog, here's a bone: go and fetch
Dog
Mr meth y'all, my favourite letter is "F"
Y'all (Ha)
As I continue where we left off
Next off the list
Another hater is checked off
Get lost you trick, check boss, or bet's off
More music and less talk, I'm talking about
I walk down the street people look at me
And say, "Who the hell are you?"
I'm just an average Joe
Dr Yorgo, the EQ on this will
Make Czarface's brain bleed
He'll become so enraged, he'll self-destruct
Hahaha don't be so foolish
You oaf! I knew Suckface would be
Stupid enough to surface again
Sir, it's Czar and they love
Him because he's a hero
Well, every hero needs a villain