What the Blood Clot!! Lyrics by Method Man

What the Blood Clot!! Lyrics

    [Intro: RZA, (Method Man), {Y-Kim}]
    Shit is bangin! You see what I'm sayin? Our shit is bangin!
    (Our shit is stainin, son) Yo, Shaolin runnin this shit, son!
    Runnin this shit! (Stainin) What's up, Y-Kim? 'Sup, nigga?
    {What's up, man? What's up?} What's up? Representin Brownsville
    Know I'm sayin? Base, peace to all my Brownsville niggaz!
    {The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son?
    Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy!
    (Yeah, peace to the valley goat..)
    Peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton niggaz!
    (Big up The Bridge!)

    [Method Man]
    All I hear is gun shots
    Can I touch somethin? What the Blood Clot!?!
    Nigga want Tical, make it happen
    You know my fuckin style, fuck the rappin!
    We can take it back to eighty-five
    if you wanna start actin like you live
    It's all good, I'm rollin' with my click
    Owls, Backwoods and Phillies
    Smokin cess blunts, mixed with illy
    Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted
    I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted (What?)
    For real, nigga, touch it and you burn
    When will motherfuckers learn?
    What be spreadin like a germ? Haha, it's Meth, word
    I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it
    I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message
    It's be no question it's them, bust the second guessin's
    Keep your thoughts on your lessons
    What the Blood Clot!?!
    To tell the truth, you don't amaze me
    Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me
    What? Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this
    Smoke a Dutchmaster, have 'em screamin for the dutchess
    Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stack my papes
    If I don't do it for mydelf, I'ma do it for Case
    cuz that's my peoples, we givin you injections that be Lethal
    Weapons, when niggaz start the half steppin
    Then I get evil
    but don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you
    I'm humble, a fuckin Killa Bee, far from bumble
    I sting you *BZZZT* and I bring you
    Thirty-six Chambers of head banger, bitch
    Why I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz
    Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin shit!
    Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane...
    Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name
    What the Blood Clot!?!

    [Outro: Method Man, (RZA)]
    Yeah, yeah, you know what I'm sayin? (Yeah, what? What!?!)
    First of all I'd like to give a big peace and shout out
    to my brothers in the belly of the beast
    Raider Ruckus, y'all got my back and one love
    (Y'all niggaz better start stackin)
    June Lover, Shitty Brown (Y'all niggaz better get real)
    Pussin, Pil, P.L.O., Stack DAT, Dusty, Storm
    (All my real ass niggaz get down, to all my niggaz locked down)
    SUUU! We still in here, nigga
    (Y'all gotta party, locked down in the street, nigga)
    Jamel, one love, nigga, Nice, Uncle Eric AKA Shane
    (You get your ass beat in the streets)
    I ain't forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin
    Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat
    For all the fugitives on the run
    Everybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan
    And a big major shout out to my old dad who just got home
    on work release, keep your heads up niggaz

    Oh my God (You what I'm sayin? Peace to the Gods)
    Here we go, here we go, here we go
    (You see that, nigga, fuckin Dirty Bastard?
    That nigga is fuckin crazy!)

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