(News Lady)

Good news Hip Hoppers

The big alert has been called off

It turns out that the early reports were wrong ALL wrong

Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin home

Sorry bout that!

I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song

Yeah do that uh huh uh uh UH

Yes what what what what what what what?

What what what what what what UH

Yea yea yea (if you don't, lay back)

Raider Ruckus (you catch a lazy jack) Carlton Fisk

(Yaknahmean) Huh, one.. two.. (Shaolin What?)

Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works

Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse

Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts

I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd feet first

Meant it when i said it, lungs Bring the Pain son

without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic

needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickle

Bust back, take em wit you

Survival of the Fittest, and the world out to get us

I feel it in my bones, I can feel it

in my testosterone, when it's on

Stat', bring it back, hard rap for you pussy-cat

Cognac off the meat rack, where the pussy at?

Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy

Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like

In the Heat of the Night, I crash individuals

Splash on the mic, air-tight with the lyrical

Chorus: Method

(Nigga run with it, have fun with it

load your gun with it, and be done with it)

Welcome to the Killin' Field, with Johnny Dangerous

Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes

[Method Man]

It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend

of herbs and spices on mic divices, murder men

Make em mices, I recommend, somethin that's priceless

For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest

Call it what you like kid, you can even call

a psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer

amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini

Word to bad bird that fucked nerds in bikinis

Ob-serve, lyrical flows you being served from the gizzard

Pluckin your nerves with nouns and verbs

From the ghettoes to the suburbs, I must be heard

Niggaz get what niggaz deserve

You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group for solo

Bloody up my next promo

With the blood of the next bozo, clown ass niggaz be loco

Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa

Chorus

Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettlepot, Twisted Metal

bust shots til the beef settle, forget me not

City nights get a nigga hyped, scar his life

Send him back, now he Poltergeist, ghost!

Tell him, who the number one rap most, huh?

Verbal overdose leave him comatose, huh?

The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickle

Bust back and take em wit you, eye for eye

Never lie, crossin my heart, hopin you die

Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired

I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that

They need gas, cockin heat back, be out like Freejack

The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed

Who that nigga, burn biscuit and spit flame

Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches

that only want me for my riches, I know your steez

Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees

from this ravenous, emcees be yappin

Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jams that's closed captioned

for hearing impaired, they get a share, now what's happenin?

Money to share, that's why we're here

and you actin like we can't eat, like y'all eat

Now we scrappin, out in the street, I know your crew's

hardheaded motherfuckers and I'm just like you

Chorus

Welcome to the Killin' Field, with Johnny Dangerous

Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes

[Method Man]

I been in the ghetto all my life

I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse

YouknowhatI'msayin, that's for life nigga, why'know?

Til death do us part...

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Killin' Fields Lyrics

Method Man – Killin' Fields Lyrics

Songwriters: SMITH, CLIFFORD / HARRIS, DERRICK R. L.
Killin' Fields lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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