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Исполнитель: Method Man
Название песни: Release Yo' Delf
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Method Man - Release Yo' Delf текст песни, lyrics

Intro/Chorus: Blue Raspberry 
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified 
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide 
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong 
And all you bitch-ass niggaz in the industry your careers won't be lasting long 

Chorus 
Verse One: 
Check it, I'm the fuckin man, who they mention 
Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus 
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo 
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation 
Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water 
forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon 
adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin picture 
For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness 
Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies 
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories 
Emotion, rushin through your down street vicinity 
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity 
(Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh 
Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh 
Keep it movin baby we be movin uh 
Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH 
What's that rhythm what's that sound 
Party people getting down 
When it hit the baddest man 
Just release, yo delf!! 

Verse Two: 
My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set 
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death 
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand 
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan 
I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope 
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother 
Serial, killa, style from Big Isle 
No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at? 
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick 
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick 
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo' 
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo' 
What is it? Niggaz think they bigga 
Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol 
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it 
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic 
Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice 
But he don't want the hassle 
Then we try to overthrow the castle 
Better yet the tent when I'm comin to your town 
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol YAH! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK 
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops 
Here, no more dough will be made 
Unless it's being made by hoes 
What's that rhythm what's that sound 
Party people getting down 
When it hit the baddest man 
Just breathe in, till then 
And keep it movin, baby keep it movin 
I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh 
And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh 
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh 
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin 
Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH 

Chorus/Outro: 
Throw your hands in the sky 
And wave em from side to side 
And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical 
Let me hear you say stim-uli 

Chorus

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