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Method Man Redman Blackout

[Redman] Def Squad Wu Tang *laugh* (check it check it out) Verse 1: Method Man [Redman in brackets] [Yo yo Method Man yo yo Iron Lungs] [Call us

ah aowww!!! [Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha

brotha) How you live my brotha (Real civilized brotha) I'm not fryed Jaul when i walk the streets I rock wit da 4 cds [not a force ehcos....] [Method Man

6 million and 1 with your eyes closed The blindfold, cold, so you can feel the rap And shatter the glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man

Redman] Yo man glorious This is protected (?) [Method Man] And Tical [Redman] Slap it down [Method Man] Way out of bound [Redman] Roll in a towel [Method

' Wu Tang production, percussions bringin' repercussions I hold my mic sideways bustin' Another one bites the dust and Cardiac arrest clutchin' your chest suckin' Your last breath, in awe, period Meth

hold on ya bitches, 'cause here come RED-METH Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Microphone-check, mirco-microphone checka Fuck with me and Meth

You don't want to fuck with us, you don't Method Man We just ice Men of mice, ain't nothing nice Redman Fuck your life Method Man Your tight, just

with juvenile eighth graders Hit the high school and 187 Caesar When I bust, y'all need to back fo' acres Doc y'all and that's my man Jabberjaw The