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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Freddie Perren
Freddie Perren
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
D Fekaris
D Fekaris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Producer
Prodigy
Prodigy
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Check it
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 2]
What's that rhythm, what's that sound?
Party people getting down
When it hit, no doubt about
Just release yo' delf!
[Verse 3]
And keep it moving, baby, we be moving, uh
And 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, baby, we be moving, uh
And 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 mo–
[Verse 4]
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 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]
And keep it moving, baby, we be moving, uh
And 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, baby, we be moving, uh
And 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 mo–
[Verse 7]
And keep it, and keep it, and keep it
And keep it moving, baby, we be moving, uh
You know we keep it, and keep it moving
[Verse 8]
And keep it, and keep it
And keep it moving, baby, we be moving, uh
And keep it moving
You know we keep it, and keep it moving
And keep it, and keep it, and keep it
And keep it moving, baby, we be moving, uh
And keep it moving, you know we keep it mo–
Written by: Dino Fekaris, Freddie Perren, Method Man, RZA
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