Sway in the Morning, Method Man, Black Thought - Method Man & Black Thought Sway In The Morning Freestyle lyrics

I'm a hundred miles and still running
This funky drum got a hunnid
Rounds and still gunning
I'm still dumping one in ya' pumpkin
I feel nuthin'
The same smoke with a different stroke
You Phil Drummond
I feel stunning on Matt Damon
It's real stuntin'
I'm good wit' Will at the Goodwill
Good Will Huntin'
I found that rappers ain't proactive
I'm still bumpin'
Larceny in my arm, B, I steal somethin'
Or I, might poker face, you still bluffin'
Cousin, call ya' auntie up, the deal comin'
House of Cards
They see I'm trying to build somethin'
They bearing arms
But this arm can steal from 'em
Chill youngin'
It's Meth Thuggin' and Ill Will
And any problem I can't solve, then Ill will
Yaktown and Killa Hill, that's Killville
Five point palm and your heart gone
It's Kill Bill

Shit was all good just a week ago, or was it?
They say the money is time and
The reaper know the budget
Well, if the limit's the sky
And we can go above it
The hood metabolism high
Heat ain't good for nuthin'
We was out of hope and hustlin'
Cooking somethin' down to a reduction
What's your object of desire?
Your topic of discussion
When you agile on your legs
The coastline cradle your ivory
Castle on the edge
Like a tassle on a fez, listen light of day
Never see the eyes of the children
With aerosol
We spray to tattoo the face of the building
Night after night
Transcend color like a chameleon
Black and white divided the
Soldier from the civilian
The first cut is the deepest
The worst part is repeated
We play make it and take it
We said, "Finally, keep it"
For building another Egypt
Revealing another secret
We eating, making a killing
Spilling the blood of Jesus
My conscience was immaculate
Before the packages now we the advocates for
Every sort of sacrilege
The higher ground watered down
'til the fire drown
Where a precious life is lost
You and I are found
The message over when you learn
Beef ain't over for carrying ashes in an urn
Y'ahm sayin', yo, that's diminishing returns
Check it out, Method Man back to burn

You seen Casino? Well, we live by that creedo
A lot of chicken and ski-hoes
Just to massage the ego
If I'm trippin', it's Cee-lo
What you sniffing is Primo
About a quarter kilo will
Increase your woman libido
And, you know how we go whip it like Devo
Lockdown The Strip and then break
The key in the keyhole not by the peep tho
People this ain't peep show
This here'll knock at the do' with
A gun on the peekhole, ha ha
LMAO, I ain't tell 'em I'm cold
'Til they nose is runnin' like I'm
Out here sellin' 'em snow
Let me hold somethin'
Youngin', you can tell or be told
Honey told you she sell a
Bit, not meaning celibate, no
Is it that y'all don't live it?
Y'all tweet back, c'mon admit it
Your feed is hungry for feedback
C'mon and get it buy a skillet
She ain't your woman if I hit it
Your seeds be calling me Uncle
Meth when I visit it

Black Johann Sebastian, the Zohan of fashion
Your kind ain't really showing
No signs of gasping
Go find a caption to explain
The neutron and proton attraction
And drop, tell 'em call it Captain Rock
I started at the bottom
Now I'm lonely at the top
I ain't hardly finished climbing, no
I'm only at the top
I figured I should probably show 'em
Show 'em what I got
So, something nasty skirted off the lot
It's darker than a kettle iron
Blacker than a pot
I am all day composing classics like Vivaldi
Graffiti on the walls of that hallow hallway
The urban legend go from Uruguay to Norway
The gourmet that leave 'em
Rapping on Heaven's doorway
The hood fellow with the Hermes edge
Number one storyteller what the survey says
Y'all late to rise, I get up as early as eggs
Grind 8 to 5, preaching to the choir
So sanctified
Move muscle from the hate to the gangsta side
Y'all all the way turnt up, but I'm amplified
And two for ten cruising down Lincoln Drive
Take your time
Making history 'cause I'm making mine
On a job, I'm truly Renaissance
Dominate the web, television, movies
And beyond when a leader get to speaking
It's your duty to respond
I'ma leave these niggas leaking
Like I'm Julian Assange
Press rewind, never contest a don
I'm coming from the southside
Like the Mexican cartel
Coming to flame things
Me and Meth, the legendary Roots crew Tang

I'm sipping OJ in a Bronco
Next to this Henny bottle skinny model
She clearly sniffing that Benny Blanco
Mami te llamo, no sigaba sigar hablando
Siga mamando
This ain't the convo for mi hermano
Let's get it pronto
Half my borough Siciliano
I spit's bananas since no one
Managed to kill Bonanno
Got bad grammar, but y'all don't quote me
I keep it bama
Like Thor, and I get lowkey, so keep a hammer
And you can't touch this
'Bout my chicken, you barely cutlets
These rappers is barely cutting
The mustard – ah
I'm so disgusted, so disgusted
I can't discuss it
If Metro Boomin can't even trust it
Don't even touch it
Won't be a puppet, you bring me drama
I Bring da Ruckus to be specific
Want real to kick it? I'll bring the buckets
I be the roughest
Rootin' tootin-est slang shootin'
No plan for losing, man
I'm just planning a Clan reunion