Therapy Masta Killa (Ft. Method Man & Redman)

[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
Yo, I gotta be around this music, it's therapeutic
The first fresh thoughts of the day are so clear
When I walk, in my head, there's a voice that talks
In my ear I can hear so clear, you think I'm buggin', right?
I'm just contemplating deciding on how to flow this
Out to the West Side my killer Cali gangstas ride and get they head right
Yo, son, I'm on the next flight in
Twist somethin' tight, I'm guaranteed to write a hit song before we reach
Throw the instrumental on and watch this word pattern of speech
Men form, military armed, ready to swarm, get your party on
Drinks is on the house tonight, ladies lookin' right
Atmosphere nice and warm, we backstage like a hundred thieves strong
Ghost want the red light on before we get on
An hour's too short to rock, we got a million songs

[Break: Method Man & Masta Killa]
Oh yeah, this real nice right here Kill Kill
Oh yeah?
Oh yeah, I'm feelin' this one right here
Yeah
Okay
So it's my turn to sit in the chair?
Indeed, my brother
Aight, let's go (Haha)