at home, yo, yo, yo, yo My style of rhymin' is ancient like Aztecs an' Mayans Because I recognize it?s all about timin' Me an' my freestyle alliance practicin' African Voodoo science
no amp, I found my way out the first time round Then never went back without my bloodhound I vow to hit the beat right The crowd light 'em up, so I
amp, I found my way out the first time round Then - never went back without my bloodhound I vow to hit the beat right The crowd - light em up, so I don
the elements is light the source? touch my delicate instrument is light the source? touch my delicate instrument is light the source? touch my delicate instrument is light
My girl is just a retread, I lost her when I hit the breaks Our love hit science fiction levels Now I'm bending 'cause I've made a mistake Here I stand
'm done wit' em You ask me how I did 'em, I let the rhythm hit 'em I push a power that's punishable, better be a prisoner The hit man is the, brother
ugly! now, thoo de magik o' stagekraff, de blubulence of yo' blobulence done re Cated to a respectumal reclusium! yow! science! (to harry & rhonda)
, a hibernator Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em Old dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red Pee
and soldiers, fuck it even players Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez Verse one: method Yo, light
to get up again If we're a drop in the bucket With just enough science to keep from saying fuck it Until the last drop of sun burns its sweet light
they got me But I use my super science and I twist all three I see sparks over that building, they're shooting at me I dip, do a back flip Then hit '
An explosion, you gettin' hit Rhythmic prophecies, visions I forsee Me blowin' up in your face, now stop to see Smoke fumes in the shape of a mushroom Cloud the room 'cause I went boom I'll light
And when it rips, better skip town Metaphysical spiritual conscience Manifested in lyrical contents An ancient rhetoric, Moe Dee better kick Soulful social science and let it get My class needs to thinkin' straight 'Cause with speeds of light
Gheedra, combined with the forces of nine ether Blowing woofers and tweeters, shaking syllable meaning Disaster's cataclysmic, mystic natural, it's about time We hit
soldiers, fuck it even players Crooks, willies, pimps, all my sons No matter what you do baby, stack your gunz 'n onez [Verse One: Method] Yo, light
of mind is purple Light it up, light it up, light it up, uhh Light it up, light it up, light it up, uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh These
cruise past street lights, ill rides Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin' 'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin' with science
of tyrants, rocking the inverded crossed iced-out Blood from em, two in your face Get erased, lights out Spikes out for dish rags, keep em on the hit