Cradle Rock Lyrics by Method Man

Cradle Rock Lyrics

    All the children come into the light...
    [Sample of "Bright Tomorrow"] There will be...

    Chorus/Intro: Left Eye and Method Man

    Rock a bye baby from the rooftop
    When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked
    When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
    Down will come emcees, fake shit and all!

    Verse One: Method Man

    On top I be the show shot
    The bomb drop
    After shot blow your bumba claat to smithereens
    Time stop, flyin' guillotines
    Commin for your flock
    What you mean you spilled the beans, ay?
    Black out and thought I seen pop
    Lazer beam glock
    Whats a bird to a brother with a flock, wha?
    They got some nerve
    To even try and shit a turd
    On John J, flap a nigga gate
    With the wordplay
    Hot Nik shoot you with the gift
    Its your birthday
    God hatin' ugly in the worst way
    Fuck 'em like the Earth say
    From first day I survey the hassle
    Death knockin at your door
    In the Big Apple
    Meth rotton to the core
    Shackle, in the sound castle
    The doungeon, with vermin
    In the form of emcees determined
    To step foot on God soil
    Not knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled
    And heavy handed
    The aliens they just landed
    And you in the way
    Overthrow these niggas planet
    Independance Day
    Felons, get split melons
    Homicide buck niggas get the buck with pelets
    Insecticide
    Johnny 5 take it worldwide
    As long as I pledge aligence to the Dark Side
    I'll never die
    Who ya know with a flow like this?
    Bring em in
    What clan you know blow like this?
    Bring em in
    Take that nigga [that nigga...]

    [Sample]

    Hook One: Method Man [Left Eye]

    The sound of gun birth put the foul in this earth
    [foul in this earth]
    You can't fake plannin' from the
    ?Mack Control Theories? [Mack Control Theories]
    Murder in the first bring 'em back down to Earth
    [back down to Earth]
    You niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst!
    [prepare for the worst]

    Verse Two: Method Man

    Times gon change, nuttin will remain the same
    Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game
    Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name
    Tuck your chain I approach nigga Go Against the Grain now
    ?Hit the standin' brain? now
    Die Hard fan call me John John McClain now
    Snake vs the Crane Style
    Death to the enemy, Wu brother number one
    The centipede, trouble some
    Send 'em all to Kingdom Come
    Sun still shine one
    Time for your crooked mind
    Drunk off of cheap wine
    Son I'm in the street crime
    Every word, every line
    Got juice very fine
    Turn me loose on mankind
    Detionate the land mine
    Funk gets me goin' now
    Never sell, never sold
    Live by the code now
    Never tell, never told
    Darts I throw
    Like Clyde with the finger roll
    Clut shots an what not
    This is where the buck stops
    Still can't eat and y'all still cant sleep
    I eat up my ?self? as presidential emcee
    Wu-Tang killa bee
    The bee high facility
    In love with the blunt smoke
    Even though its killin me
    Bad vibes fillin me
    With thoughts of conspiricy
    White Water scandals with Bill Clinton Hilary
    Too hot to handle
    Well put together to dismantle
    Fucka, you heard me?

    [Sample]

    Hook Two: Meth

    Excuse me as I kiss the sky
    Catch me when I fall son I'm too young to die
    Me and Lefty, that be the Eye come test me
    If you don't know, you never know me
    Boost the birdie

    [Interlude]

    Chorus

    Outro: Left Eye

    Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of self, that's mind body and spirit
    120 degrees a piece
    We gon' break it down into simple terms
    That's nine nigga nine
    Highest level of change
    It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass
    waitin' for shit to just happen
    Shit just don't happen
    Gon' fuck around a miss a buck
    If you take away the negative, make room for the positve
    Thats addin' and subtractin' on the real
    Niggas betta learn they math
    Cause if my calculations serve me
    Correct I'ma fuck around and have all this shit
    I'm on yo ass nigga

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