Sunz Of Man, Method Man - Next Up lyrics

Now you know you gon' respect the law
"Well, I got some shit too, nigga!"
Yeah, nigga travel far
"You respect my shit and I'll respect yours"
"You respect my shit and I'll respect yours"

I traveled so far
I'm chew on niggas lyrics for a Mars bar
New era plus I'm like reign terror
So highly mechanized
A nigga died and measured the inevitable
Beyond the ever so, this deadly technical
Scribes get revised in the
Time before celestial
No being or lyric ever hit precise
Double sight
Take light through the crypts at night
Spark pathetic brains and meteorite
Seven heaven verses the seven wonder
Lyrics of thunder
As lightning strikes snakes out from under


Cloudy men drips, sinks Niles of fine mist
Words are the gift
Land for the Tales out the Crypt
Of the dark dead senses
Gods of heavenly business
Count Dracula told me how to find the eclipse
I leave your lip stitched 'cause
You couldn't mind your business
But when it came to this rap
You should've vacated the premises
Make way for a chilla, thriller
Down low killer getting civil, next up

Yo, I believe that's me
(Aiyo P get on the mic for the NYC)

We attack you from the metronome
Catch you and your crew Home Alone
Blow with the chrome, nigga
I'm blown to the bone
My title be known Hannibal, dynamical maestro
Spark and pulling hydro, my team of psychos
Sound is higher than the Eiffel Towers
Second
Minutes led to hour, we contain the power
Spitting bibles, the Sunshower
The wise owl on the scene
They think we forget a dream
My aura sheens like morphine in your veins
Pastors sing
Can do and your crew oooh stand the rain
Many men possess the jinn in
The jungle of sin
Deeper within, Sunn chosen, others frozen
From the explosion, my opposition
Protect my team of demolitions
Full competition
I keep 'em drinking, binging
Like some chicken heads on the ground
I bag a trey pound for
Foes that wanna get down
Me and my clique sharpen the sound
Infiltrate the town, town, town

Yo, next up? (I believe that's me)
Aiyo, Razah get on the mic for the NYC

If I could chew glass to
This, True Master shit, check it
Hell Razah raise from the dead, black Lazarus
Hitting ass to this on King Sol's mattresses
Bust your gat to this
Make sure you hold it accurate
John the Baptist this, dip you with the fish
Aladdin out the genie lamp grant
You on your wish trapped in the studio booth
And told the truth
You better try a video shoot or get the boot
From BK to Beirut we shutting down groups
Gathering the youth while you macking
In the chicken coop
Duck Duck Goose, tie him in a noose
What's the use of having troops if
You don't put them to use?
Y'all rappers couldn't blow if
A windy storm produce
And sung a kiddie song and
Wore a Power Ranger suit
Salute the first fruit, King David birth root
Play the Earth's flute just before I execute

(Next up?) Yo, I believe that's me
(Aiyo, Meth lock it down like LAPD)

While you proceed to cut the mustard
I cut the cheese
Mr freeze giving cold shoulders to MCs
The sickest of disease
Johnny Blaze at 360 degrees
My PLO steez is from here to overseas
Gorillas in the Mist swinging
From the highest trees, bombing enemies
See me in the global war being
All that I can be
Camouflage fatigue, hard headed major league
Got 'em under siege your
Battleship in sinking
20, 000 leagues beneath sea level
Adjust the treble on that thang thang
Get your shovel
Can you dig it? Keep talking 'bout
It while we live it
All day, every days a Billie Holiday
Lady Sings the Blues get the
Street news by the way
Have you heard crime pay?
Hit your block like that
Lava that burnt Pompeii, mega hot
In the melting pot
Felt the shot around the world
We unstoppable like Juggernaut baby girl
Armed and dangerous treat militia
I'll make you famous
Gama radiated verbal going through changes