Release Yo' Delf

[Hook: Blue Raspberry] When I first stepped on the scene, niggas was petrified Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide My rap flow does you right Tical, and it will never steer you wrong And all you bitch-ass niggas in the industry Your careers won't be lasting long [Verse 1: Method Man] Check it, I'm the fucking man, who they mention Noticed that other niggas rap styles is bogus Doo-doo compared to this versatile voodoo Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation Inside ya, cos I be that hell sure provider Providing the rhyme that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure Niggas need to test they freaking temp'ture For the sickness that be spreading with the quickness Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories Emotion, coarsing through your town street vicinity Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity As I keep it moving, we keep it moving uh (Repeat x4) [Bridge: Method Man] What's that rhythm, what's that sound? Party people getting down When it hit no doubt about Just release, yo delf!! [Verse 2: Method Man] My God, somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set To blow a nigga up with my five fingers of death I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you fronting On any man down with the Clan, I be coming For the headpiece you can't cope For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat My peoples are you with me, where you at? Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick Niggas looking all in my face like they want dick It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more What is it? Niggas think they bigger Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic Better yet a Snapple Nigga want the juice but he don't want the hassle So we're trying to overthrow the castle Better yet the temple I'm coming to your town black down The rental car, the pistol cocked If you don't want to burn from the Glock Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what? The buck stops here, no more dough will be made Unless it's being made by who? [Bridge] [Hook x2] Throw your hands in the sky And wave them from side to side And if you’re ready to spark up the Meth Tical Let me hear you say ‘Stimuli’ [Hook]