What The Blood Clot lyrics

Song information

Artist: Method Man
Album: Tical

Lyrics

All I hear is gun shots. can I touch something?
What the blood claat! niggaz want tical, make it happen
You know my fuckin' style, fuck the rappin'
We can take it back to eighty-five if you wanna start actin' like you live
It's all good. I'm rollin' with my clique
Owls, packwoods & phillies, smokin' sess blunts, mixed with illy
Got me bustin', now the whole world looks dusted
I'm in the area with the steel that never rusted
For real, nigga, touch it & you burn, when will motherfuckers learn
What be spreadin' like a germ? ha ha, it's meth, word
I be that early bird that got the worm & if you check it
I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message
It be no question & them bust the second guessin's
Keep your thoughts on your lessons. what the blood claat!
To tell the truth, you don't amaze me. killa hill project
A star trek phaser couldn't phase me. what
Check the raderuckus fuck this
Smoke a dutchmaster, have 'em screamin' for the duchess
Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stick my piece
If I don't do it for mydelf, I'm a do it for kase
'Cause that's my peoples, I'm giving you injections that be lethal
Weapon, when niggaz start the half steppin'
Then I get evil. but don't let that negative vibe right there
Mislead you, I'm humble, a fucking killer bee
Far from bumble. I sting you bzt and I bring you
Thirty-six chambers of head banger, bitch
Why I deal with? I think the mic is on the fritz
Faggot soundmen! they be sabotagin' shit!
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane..
Methical, let the whole world know my fuckin' name
What the blood claat!