Lyrics to Ct 2 Shaolin
Featuring Method Man
It's lights, camera, action, run it and still rappin',
Lyrical tornado, twister, Bill Paxton.
On two E pills, three vics and six aspirin,
This bull's running plays on the court like Phil Jackson.
I am at raw, fucker, better back off,
Punch line pros, we leaving you with a cracked jaw.
Down in MIA sniffing on some bath salts,
Eat your fucking face off and spit it on the asphalt.
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah,
Call up Rick Grimes and aim for the head and shot at least six times.
Connecticut to Shaolin, show em what the bounce is,
Coming with that fire so you better bring an ounce, kid.
It's that motherfucker fucking panty stuffer, listen to the real can't stand the others.
Cop a lethal weapon like Danny Glover, walk into the woods bust rounds at Bambi's mother, uh.
Live and let die, I get it like I spit it, we ride like an AMG, get it? G5.
Five, Michael in it, got the key to the city, we vibe, no commercial interruptions, we're live.
Warning, see now that you have entered the zone, professionals at work, do not attempt this at home.
All I need's a verse and a minute when it's on, I'll be begging like a convict for minutes on the phone.
Up until they throw me in a box, or catch me in the trap, tryin' to throw away the rock.
I'm a product of the block, a hustler, the product in the socks, serve a customer, regardless of the cops, Regardless of the guap, still e legend. On fire, cause I'm hot, y'all are sweating, still denying that I'm not.
In fact, Webby, I'm like the overweight lover, I'm that heavy, minus the frames and fat belly.
CT to Shaolin, C. Webby to John Blaze,
It's just that hip hop shit, you know, it's that,
That raw emotion that you get when you get behind this mic, like you know?
Suburban rap, cedes back, slay it when I lay a track,
The fourth Animaniac, the Timothy McVeigher rap.
They so concerned whit swag that they forgot about the basics,
That's some shit I can't respect, I'll never hold my tongue or take it back.
This is art, this is true, this is all I know,
The only time I feel at peace is when I start to flow.
I don't care if the masses think that my shit's hot,
cause this is raw, this is me, this is hip hop.
Ct 2 Shaolin Video:
It's lights, camera, action, run it and still rappin',
Lyrical tornado, twister, Bill Paxton.
On two E pills, three vics and six aspirin,
This bull's running plays on the court like Phil Jackson.
I am at raw, fucker, better back off,
Punch line pros, we leaving you with a cracked jaw.
Down in MIA sniffing on some bath salts,
Eat your fucking face off and spit it on the asphalt.
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah,
Call up Rick Grimes and aim for the head and shot at least six times.
Connecticut to Shaolin, show em what the bounce is,
Coming with that fire so you better bring an ounce, kid.
It's that motherfucker fucking panty stuffer, listen to the real can't stand the others.
Cop a lethal weapon like Danny Glover, walk into the woods bust rounds at Bambi's mother, uh.
Live and let die, I get it like I spit it, we ride like an AMG, get it? G5.
Five, Michael in it, got the key to the city, we vibe, no commercial interruptions, we're live.
Warning, see now that you have entered the zone, professionals at work, do not attempt this at home.
All I need's a verse and a minute when it's on, I'll be begging like a convict for minutes on the phone.
Up until they throw me in a box, or catch me in the trap, tryin' to throw away the rock.
I'm a product of the block, a hustler, the product in the socks, serve a customer, regardless of the cops, Regardless of the guap, still e legend. On fire, cause I'm hot, y'all are sweating, still denying that I'm not.
In fact, Webby, I'm like the overweight lover, I'm that heavy, minus the frames and fat belly.
CT to Shaolin, C. Webby to John Blaze,
It's just that hip hop shit, you know, it's that,
That raw emotion that you get when you get behind this mic, like you know?
Suburban rap, cedes back, slay it when I lay a track,
The fourth Animaniac, the Timothy McVeigher rap.
They so concerned whit swag that they forgot about the basics,
That's some shit I can't respect, I'll never hold my tongue or take it back.
This is art, this is true, this is all I know,
The only time I feel at peace is when I start to flow.
I don't care if the masses think that my shit's hot,
cause this is raw, this is me, this is hip hop.
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