Method Man Symphony 2000 ft Lyrics

[pmd]yeh.. erick sermon.. epmd.. check it
[e-dub]redman.. method man.. lady luck.. def jam
[pmd]erick and parrish millenium ducats
Hold me down, hold me down (*echoes*)..

Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like its my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Ill cat, slick talk, slang new york
To break it down to straight english, what the f___ you want?
Remember me?you punk f__got crab emcee
Get your s___ broke in half for f___in around with p
Aiyyo strike two, my style brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look n____, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu, and phat fi-darm
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools
Next up!

[e-dub]yo I believe thats me
[pmd]yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony

[erick sermon]
Yo p!
Time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Makin necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Then leave them like -- who done it?
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
When I spit the illest s___, cats be like, "wow!"
Yo!i get looks when Im in the place
Thats that n____, makin you +smile+ with scarface
Uhh, +it aint my fault+, that my style silkk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet Ill blow trial
Be +downtown swingin+, m.o.p. style
Next up!

[red]yo yo its funk d.o.c.
[e-dub] yo, youre on the mic to rock the symphony

[redman]
Hehahhh!yo yo
Did you ever think you would catch a cap?
Yo did you ever think you would get a slap?
Yo did you ever think you would get robbed
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?
Its funk doc, you know my name hoe
My style dirty underground, or ukraine po
When it hits you, pain pumps kool-aid, through the vein and s___
s_____ the trap then I dash like damon did
Doc, walk _thin red lines_ to shell shock
Hairlock with f___in broads in nail shops
Hydro?got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand benz on my eight by ten picture
Papichu, slayin crews in icu
Battlin, usin hockey rules
For keith murray, doc gon c___ these tools
Rollin down like dice in yahtzee fool!
I "just do it" like nike, outta bama
With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper!
Yo next up

[meth]its the g-o-d
[red]yo yo, get on the mic for the symphony

[method]
Youth on the move, payin them dues, nuttin to lose
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein yo jewels
Huh, bad news, barin they souls through rhymin blues
_hardcore_! to make them brothers act fool
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel *sniff*
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill *sniff*
Feelin like the mack inside a cadillac seville *screech*
Too ill, on cuts, the barber of seville - fi-ga-ro!
The sky is fallin - geronimo!
I feel my high comin down.. lookout below!
Aiyyo! dead that roach clip and spark another
Chickenhawks, playin theyselves like parker brothers
I rock for the low-class, from locash
The broke-a__ed, even rock for trailer park trash
Yeah yeah, the God on your block like godzilla
Yeah yeah -- she gave away my p____ ima kill her
John john phenom-enon, in j__an they call me ichiban
Wu-tang clan, numba won!
In the whole nine, I hold mine
Keep playin with it kid, you might go blind - jerkoff!
f___ them a.k.a., for now its just meth
Thats it, thats all, solo, single no more no less

[all]next up!
[lady] I believe thats me
[all]b______!
[pmd]get on the mic and rock the symphony

[lady luck]
Mrs. stop drop and roll, rocks top the told
Hot, even though dames is froze
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes
Leave em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
Yall better change your flows, hear how luck spittin?
Stay drunk-p___ed in the s-type, stay whippin *screech*
When the guns spittin, duck or get hittin
Its written, we in the game but ball different
Point game like jordan, yall play the role of pippen
Style switchin, like tight a__ after stickin
Man listen, stop your cryin and your b____in
Like e and ps last cd, youre out of business