Methods

Rap battles, I saw MC's goin' at it

Crews playin' new records, I arrived and caused static

From Frisco to Oakland, like Bronx to Manhattan

You know what's happenin' – Charizma style of rappin

Hey yo, B, you know your man Kwan that's 10 feet tall?

He should drop the mic and pick up a basketball

Ah yes, y'all, mad love to my crew, everyone's real cool

All we wanna do is to be in a record pool

Ah yes, y'all, this is my design to make my **** rewind

Labels pull crimes, it's time for me to resign

The style's deep even when we fall asleep

Dreamin' of the usual – a rap beat

I got class with my math, so remember this

If you're not down, you're expelled off my premises

I come with bombs when the scene is loud and hectic

I'm clean cut and suave, the dapper type

Man – I got methods

(Rap so strong and Rap so def), I got Methods!

(Rap so strong and Rap so def), I got Methods!

(Rap so strong and Rap so def), I got Methods!

(Rap so strong and Rap so def)

I got you and your crew peepin' me out and starin'

Maybe this is something you're not accustomed to hearin'

I'm comin' through clownin', takin' titles and much clout

And when I'm rollin' dice, I got my boys on the lookout

It's just Charizma with the Nikes, Charizma with the knots

Charizma on stage is Charizma sure to rock

So check it out, party people in the place

The newest car I ever had was a '78

I'm straight rollin' in my bucket with my boys at ease

And when I see a liquor store, I think of 10 G's

I'm just fanatic with these rhymes, you can't read 'em, though

Young kid, you're not ready for torpedos

Just wait until my moms hears this jam

She'll say I have to scram, but she has to take me for what I am

When I need someone to talk to for insight

I see what's in sight, and that's lovely girls tonight

I got methods

I got rappers takin' votes, it's a rappin' debate

I make my speech, announce the winner at the studio live at 8

So Captain Save Whore ain't waxin' no floors

This is just a rhyme from page 74

As far as girls, yeah, they know me, they talk about Colby

But Colby ain't got nothin' on me, I rap in Dolby

So, hey world, open your eyes to the wack

'Cause when the goin' gets rap, the wack get off my track

And that's black

Who said that real Hip-Hop don't sell?

Me and my whole crew bought two copies of 'Raising Hell'

Just the other day there was a contest with ten MC's

Mad, lookin' wack, wearin' Lee's, they clocked deez

I was like, "Okay...," so I gave it a bang

Now those MC's ain't got nothing but their ex-girls to blame

I got methods