"The Blank" (Dangerous MC's Remix) (Featuring Method Man & Redman) - Wax & EOM
Discover Wax @ ua-cam.com/users/waxandherbalt
www.waxdotcom.com/
Discover EOM @ eom703.bandcamp.com/
EOMDOTCOM
www.eomdotcom.com/
[Redman]
You can.. find me up inside a whore,
Making her legs go up like Ferrari doors,
Gilla House get 'Chips A Hoy',
Don't sniff the boy,
But I'm naughty like Tommy Boy.
Go back like Atari cords, still here,
Shit, Superman ended up in a wheelchair.
I'm fresh like Bel-Air,
I paid my dues,
And you tryna be cool up in Sunday school.
Can't move when I flow, bet a nigga gon' copy,
Take it home, study it, then he gon' profit.
In the rap game, every nigga gonna gossip.
Even Herbie Hancock know Red rock it.
Yo, Red, stop it,
Time is up,
Only nigga that's fly on the rhyme is us 'cause..
No one can stop me... da-da-na, da-da-na... like Rocky.
Ayo,
This how it sound when them boys underground,
Nigga, check our style we some...
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
Ayo,
This how it sound when them boys underground,
Nigga, check our style we some...
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
[Method Man]
Yo,
Back when chef mami used to sell plates,
We used to sell base,
I learned to wipe my nose and wipe the prints off the shell case.
Don't want no jail case,
Freedom miles standing at Hell's Gate.
It's hot, and the Devil's my cell mate.
The game's addictive, I can't stop,
It's like I'm chasing that first high,
Like Betty Crocker baking that first pie.
The beef we serving is stir fried,
Swerving all through your urban hurtin',
Every gate and corner, you working, I'm..
.. the bottom.. line,
The school of hard knocks turned into Columbine,
And my set is throwin' up dollar signs,
Some get gwop, some get pop,
Me? I got a ziplock of bubble gum kush 'cuz I'm with Chris Rock,
Nobody move, nobody shot,
Meth, I'm in the body shop,
Where you rummy rollin' your body drops.
I'm tryna stand on my own two,
Get signed to a major, be a franchise player and get my own shoe.
Ayo,
This how it sound when them boys underground,
Nigga, check our style we some...
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
Ayo,
This how it sound when them boys underground,
Nigga, check our style we some...
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
[Wax]
GAME OVER... like Pac-Man died,
Or a mountain side van ride in a landslide,
I'll tan the hide of rappers who can't ride
The beat with the finesse I provide
When I speak, your mind is weak
My mind is reaching Everest levels;
Me and E we the cleverest rebels,
With smooth treble like the voice of Aaron Neville
with the very wide bass,
Putting y'all in a very tight place, man..
In the wasteland stuck between a rocking mic rock,
while we rock it non-stop,
No octagon glock
cargo, right through the inter-
-section we're like Leonardo in Splinter
Perfecting our sound underground in the sewers,
Living off a diet of pizza, kush and Coors,
EOM grab the skewers,
I'm the starter fluid...
I just bought a rap crew at the store: let's barbecue it.
Ayo,
This how it sound when them boys underground,
Nigga, check our style we some...
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
Ayo,
This how it sound when them boys underground,
Nigga, check our style we some...
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)
Game over... (forget 'em, forget 'em, forget 'em)