Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Vocals
Blue Raspberry
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freddie Perren
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
D Fekaris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
Producer
David Sealy
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Wydrycs
Mixing Engineer
Method Man
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
When I first stepped on the scene
**** was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you right Tical
And it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass **** in the industry
Your careers won't be lasting long
[Verse 2]
When I first stepped on the scene
**** was petrified
Fled back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you right Tical
And it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass **** in the industry
Your careers won't be lasting long
[Verse 3]
Check it, I'm the fucking man who they mention
Notice that other **** rap styles is bogus
Doo doo compared to this versatile voodoo
Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation inside ya
'Cause I be that hell sure provider
Providing the rhyme that be deep as the Poseidon Adventure
**** need to touch they freaking tincture
For the sickness that be spreading with the quickness
Remedies, cousin I be doing on my enemy
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion, rushing through your town, street, vicinity
Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity
[Verse 4]
As I keep it moving, we keep it moving, uh
Keep it moving and keep it moving, uh
Keep it moving, baby, we be moving, uh
Keep it moving, we keep it–
[Verse 5]
What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
Party people getting down
When it hit, no doubt about
Just release yo' delf!
[Verse 6]
My God, somebody said it's on, if it is, then I'll be set
To blow a **** up with my five fingers of death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he fronting on any man down with the Clan
I be coming for the headpiece, you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial killer, style from the Isles of Stat'
My peoples are you with me, where you at?
Shit's getting deep in here, I mean like thick
**** looking all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the floor
That's all I can stands and I can't stands no more
What it it? **** think they bigger
Because they got they finger on the trigger of a pistol
They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it
Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic
Better yet, a Snapple
**** want the juice, but he don't want the hassle
So we trying to overthrow the castle
Better yet, the temple, I'm coming to your town
Black down, the rental car, the pistol cocked
If you don't want to burn from the Glock
Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what?
The buck stops here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by who?
[Verse 7]
What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
Party people getting down
When it hit, no doubt about
Just release yo' delf!
[Verse 8]
And keep it moving, baby, we be moving
I'm finna keep it moving, you know we keep it moving, uh
And keep it moving, baby, we be moving, uh
And keep it moving, you know we keep it moving, uh
And keep it moving, you know we keep it moving
Baby, we be moving, you know we keep it mo–
[Verse 9]
When I first stepped on the scene
**** was petrified
Fled back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you right Tical
And it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass **** in the industry
Your careers won't be lasting long
[Verse 10]
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 stimuli!
[Verse 11]
When I first stepped on the scene
**** was petrified
Fled back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you right Tical
And it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch ass **** in the industry
Your careers won't be lasting long
Written by: Dino Fekaris, Freddie Perren, Method Man, RZA