Method Man, Masta Killa, Streetlife - Intelligent Meth lyrics
[Method Man, Masta Killa, Streetlife - Intelligent Meth lyrics]
Yeah, yeah a yo, a yo
The IN T-E double-L
It’s like I’m trapped inside a cage
I can’t explain this type of rage
It’s not a moment or a phase
But possibly the end of days
Watch as I stand up on the stage
Not as an artist but a slave
Deep inside my subconscious
My music keeping me sane
They say it’s levels to the shit
I say it’s levels to your brain
You can’t acquire the higher
You’ll always remain the same
Regardless of all the money and
Bitches yanking your chain
What good is a private plane to a
Man who can’t walk the plains
Hip-hop is now gen-pop, populated with lames
Attacking you with these frequencies meant
To destroy your brain
I’m fitting to go supernova
Expose em to super-flames
Soon as I pick these locks
On these psychological chains
The answer is in the question the
Question comes from the pain
And the pain is just electrical
Signals sent to my brain
But the brain is just a
Box where information remains
As I try to remain a soldier
The voice in my head explains
I’m still shadowboxing lungs and oxygen
This an icebreaker, no bubblegum was popping
Another hot concoction trick
Ya might need amoxicillin
The kid’s too sick
You're gonna need shots to kill em
My method is ill, Doc admit him
When I see you, ICU can get em
Your boy give em bars until
The judge acquit him
The court can’t convict him or find
The gloves to fit him
That’s OJ, I mean OK, I
Mean, I’m not kidding, no play
Jealous ones still envy, that’s Jose
Peace to Cartagena, I flow hey
But I don’t speak Spanish, yo no se
I’m a seasoned veteran, obey
Obtain a freestyle, it’s cold pay
The old me, resort to my old ways
My old man was stuck in his old days
Still he wanna blaze like John but
Rapping ain’t in his forte
Look how we did it to ya
Y’all just don’t get it do you?
Special deliver to ya
This is how we give it to you
I'mma get it to ya
What rapper spit it truer?
But they don’t live it, do ya?
My shooter cock the Ruger
This is how we get it to you
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
It was only the elite who
Could walk these streets
With jewels and not get stuck
Niggas didn’t give a fuck
Real G’s know I’m talking about
Taking what you making
Stripping what you wearing
Caring about nothing
Gun barrel in your face
Cold steel on your cheek
This is how we meet and greet
Enemy across the street
Leaning on his Rover jeeps, smiling
Showing all our teeth
Seeking son in my hood, it ain’t all sweet
And you haven’t earned the respect
Of those who come, creep and take money
So you just food that niggas come eat
And they don’t get no chain back
You might see em rocking that
Fuck you looking at? Problem needs solving
You see that big
357 thing revolving…revolving
Yeah, you niggas ain’t street
My money talks word of mouth
I figured you out the life I live
You’re not about
Price on your head, I’m taking cash advances
I’ll take my chances
Then deal with the circumstances
Livin’ off the land like a land shark
I’m on the lamb like the
Gyro with the white sauce
Idle times a devil playground, make moves
Watch me kill your whole vibes, crush groove
Hands high, say hello to my little friend
Point the finger at the bad guy
It’s me again who are they to criticize me?
I do it like a G
I’m a nigga from the motherfucking streets
Throw me in the fire, watch me bubble
I was built for the struggle
My knees never buckle
Look how we did it to ya
Y’all just don’t get it do you?
Special deliver to ya
This is how we give it to you
I'mma get it to ya
What rapper spit it truer?
But they don’t live it, do ya?
My shooter cock the Ruger
This is how we get it to you
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
The IN T-E double-L
It’s like I’m trapped inside a cage
I can’t explain this type of rage
It’s not a moment or a phase
But possibly the end of days
Watch as I stand up on the stage
Not as an artist but a slave
Deep inside my subconscious
My music keeping me sane
They say it’s levels to the shit
I say it’s levels to your brain
You can’t acquire the higher
You’ll always remain the same
Regardless of all the money and
Bitches yanking your chain
What good is a private plane to a
Man who can’t walk the plains
Hip-hop is now gen-pop, populated with lames
Attacking you with these frequencies meant
To destroy your brain
I’m fitting to go supernova
Expose em to super-flames
Soon as I pick these locks
On these psychological chains
The answer is in the question the
Question comes from the pain
And the pain is just electrical
Signals sent to my brain
But the brain is just a
Box where information remains
As I try to remain a soldier
The voice in my head explains
I’m still shadowboxing lungs and oxygen
This an icebreaker, no bubblegum was popping
Another hot concoction trick
Ya might need amoxicillin
The kid’s too sick
You're gonna need shots to kill em
My method is ill, Doc admit him
When I see you, ICU can get em
Your boy give em bars until
The judge acquit him
The court can’t convict him or find
The gloves to fit him
That’s OJ, I mean OK, I
Mean, I’m not kidding, no play
Jealous ones still envy, that’s Jose
Peace to Cartagena, I flow hey
But I don’t speak Spanish, yo no se
I’m a seasoned veteran, obey
Obtain a freestyle, it’s cold pay
The old me, resort to my old ways
My old man was stuck in his old days
Still he wanna blaze like John but
Rapping ain’t in his forte
Look how we did it to ya
Y’all just don’t get it do you?
Special deliver to ya
This is how we give it to you
I'mma get it to ya
What rapper spit it truer?
But they don’t live it, do ya?
My shooter cock the Ruger
This is how we get it to you
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
It was only the elite who
Could walk these streets
With jewels and not get stuck
Niggas didn’t give a fuck
Real G’s know I’m talking about
Taking what you making
Stripping what you wearing
Caring about nothing
Gun barrel in your face
Cold steel on your cheek
This is how we meet and greet
Enemy across the street
Leaning on his Rover jeeps, smiling
Showing all our teeth
Seeking son in my hood, it ain’t all sweet
And you haven’t earned the respect
Of those who come, creep and take money
So you just food that niggas come eat
And they don’t get no chain back
You might see em rocking that
Fuck you looking at? Problem needs solving
You see that big
357 thing revolving…revolving
Yeah, you niggas ain’t street
My money talks word of mouth
I figured you out the life I live
You’re not about
Price on your head, I’m taking cash advances
I’ll take my chances
Then deal with the circumstances
Livin’ off the land like a land shark
I’m on the lamb like the
Gyro with the white sauce
Idle times a devil playground, make moves
Watch me kill your whole vibes, crush groove
Hands high, say hello to my little friend
Point the finger at the bad guy
It’s me again who are they to criticize me?
I do it like a G
I’m a nigga from the motherfucking streets
Throw me in the fire, watch me bubble
I was built for the struggle
My knees never buckle
Look how we did it to ya
Y’all just don’t get it do you?
Special deliver to ya
This is how we give it to you
I'mma get it to ya
What rapper spit it truer?
But they don’t live it, do ya?
My shooter cock the Ruger
This is how we get it to you
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)
I'mma get it to ya (RAW)