[Verse 1: Meechy Darko]
What the bloodclot? What the blood?
Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3, Dwayne Carter
With a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big Poppa
Little dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob Marley
Throw 'em all in a blender and I'm what the fuck you get
And imagine that like a figment
I'm a walking, talking enigma
Somethin' you never figure
Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga
I am like Randy Savage on acid
That's very vibrant and classic
A walking disaster, hazard to any rapper
That's rapping, we the underground killers
But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling
This guru spit voodoo, yes
I am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts
She swallowing all my children, ha
Rack in my mouth, teeth made of gold
I'm sucking the areolas, my nigga, the best of both
Double entendre
And if they auctionin' niggas, then I'm the top product
What am I saying, they used to auction our forefathers
Where is my mind? Shit, I can't find it
Like looking for remote control after smoking marijuana
How is he so niggerish, yet so enlightened?
It can't be possible, he livin' everything he rhymin'
I feel like we entered the game with remarkable timin' (Timin', timin')
What the bloodclot? What the blood?
Get M-E-T-H-O-D, Drought 3, Dwayne Carter
With a splash of Busta's craft and a hint of Big Poppa
Little dash of Nasty Nas, top it off with Bob Marley
Throw 'em all in a blender and I'm what the fuck you get
And imagine that like a figment
I'm a walking, talking enigma
Somethin' you never figure
Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga
I am like Randy Savage on acid
That's very vibrant and classic
A walking disaster, hazard to any rapper
That's rapping, we the underground killers
But globally they feel us cause we restoring the feeling
This guru spit voodoo, yes
I am that mass appealing, I'm feeling up on her breasts
She swallowing all my children, ha
Rack in my mouth, teeth made of gold
I'm sucking the areolas, my nigga, the best of both
Double entendre
And if they auctionin' niggas, then I'm the top product
What am I saying, they used to auction our forefathers
Where is my mind? Shit, I can't find it
Like looking for remote control after smoking marijuana
How is he so niggerish, yet so enlightened?
It can't be possible, he livin' everything he rhymin'
I feel like we entered the game with remarkable timin' (Timin', timin')
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