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Bring The Pain - Method Man.lrc

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[00:01.381]Basically...
[00:03.775]Can't **** with me
[00:04.535]I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
[00:07.629]Let's go inside my astral plane
[00:09.353]Find out my mental, based on instrumental
[00:11.630]Records, hey, so I can write monumental
[00:14.025]Methods, I'm not the King
[00:15.601]But ****ers is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM
[00:18.100]Check it, just how deep can mother****ers get
[00:20.510]Deep as the abyss
[00:21.620]And brothers is mad fish accept it
[00:23.439]In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over
[00:25.806]Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed
[00:28.077]Who da boss? ****ers get tossed to the side
[00:30.332]And I'm the dark side of the Force
[00:32.158]Of course it's the Method-
[00:33.418]Man from the Wu-Tang Clan, I be hectic
[00:35.664]And comin' for the head piece, protect it
[00:37.585]**** it, two tears in a bucket
[00:39.369]****ers want the ruckus, bustin' at me
[00:41.276]Bruh, now bust it. Styles, I gets buckwild
[00:43.731]Method Man on some ****ed-up shit, pullin' ****ers files
[00:46.454]I'm sick, insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy
[00:49.387]Out her ****ing mind
[00:50.207]Now I got mine, I'm Swayze
[00:51.484]Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
[00:53.600]Let me know it's real, son
[00:54.651]If it's really real (what, yeah)
[00:55.908]Somethin' I could feel, son
[00:57.036]Load it up and kill one (what, uhh)
[00:58.329]Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real
[01:01.506](Booster) When I was a little stereo (stereo)
[01:03.600]I listened to some champion (champion)
[01:06.259]I always wonda (wondered)
[01:08.426]When I will be di numba one? (Tical, hah)
[01:10.637]Now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon)
[01:13.057]And di Gorgon sound a Rein
[01:15.361]An' any jump and come tes' mi (test me)
[01:17.701]Let mi a-go lick out dem brain (but it's sound boy)
[01:20.019]Brothers want to hang with the Meth
[01:21.495]Bring the rope
[01:22.245]The only way you'll hang is by the neck
[01:23.893]****ing Bolt. Off the set, comin' to your projects
[01:26.552]Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
[01:28.838]Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam ****ing shit
[01:31.201]****ers, you can bet your bottom dollar
[01:32.602]Hey, I bomb ****ers
[01:33.616]And it's gonna get even worse, word to God
[01:35.515]It's the Wu, comin' through
[01:36.831]Stickin' ****ers for they garments
[01:38.341]Movin' on your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth
[01:40.573]Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
[01:43.045]You can come test, realize you're no contest
[01:45.335]Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
[01:47.604]Quick on the draw with my hands on the four-
[01:50.025]Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
[01:52.394]Check it, cuz I think
[01:53.287]not when this hip-hops like proper
[01:55.329]Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
[01:57.508]Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw
[02:00.061]When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw
[02:02.176]I've learned that when you drink Absolut straight,
[02:04.474]it burns. Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
[02:07.090]I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho
[02:09.532]All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
[02:12.700]What, basically that, Meth-Tical
[02:15.087]'94 style, word up (Northern spicy brown-)
[02:16.936]We be hazardous (mustard hoes)
[02:18.151]We have to stick you
[02:20.911]Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
[02:23.018]Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
[02:25.361]Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
[02:27.913]Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real
[02:30.479]I'll ****in', I'll ****in' cut your kneecaps off
[02:34.753]And make you kneel at some staircase, piss
[02:40.663]I'll ****in' cut your eyelids off
[02:44.408]And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills *laugh*
[02:54.853]Get yours, mother****ers
[03:01.205]So-So **** the ho, **** the ho
文本歌词
Basically...
Can't **** with me
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental, based on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But ****ers is decaf, I stick 'em for the CREAM
Check it, just how deep can mother****ers get
Deep as the abyss
And brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour clothes, you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Krossed
Who da boss? ****ers get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method-
Man from the Wu-Tang Clan, I be hectic
And comin' for the head piece, protect it
**** it, two tears in a bucket
****ers want the ruckus, bustin' at me
Bruh, now bust it. Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some ****ed-up shit, pullin' ****ers files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, driving Miss Daisy
Out her ****ing mind
Now I got mine, I'm Swayze
Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
Let me know it's real, son
If it's really real (what, yeah)
Somethin' I could feel, son
Load it up and kill one (what, uhh)
Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real
(Booster) When I was a little stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wonda (wondered)
When I will be di numba one? (Tical, hah)
Now yuh listen to di Gorgon (Gorgon)
And di Gorgon sound a Rein
An' any jump and come tes' mi (test me)
Let mi a-go lick out dem brain (but it's sound boy)
Brothers want to hang with the Meth
Bring the rope
The only way you'll hang is by the neck
****ing Bolt. Off the set, comin' to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam ****ing shit
****ers, you can bet your bottom dollar
Hey, I bomb ****ers
And it's gonna get even worse, word to God
It's the Wu, comin' through
Stickin' ****ers for they garments
Movin' on your left, southpaw, Mr. Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test, realize you're no contest
Son, I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four-
Nine-three-eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it, cuz I think
not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin' 90 proof
Huh, vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me, ayy, give it to me raw
I've learned that when you drink Absolut straight,
it burns. Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need no chemical blow to pull a ho
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
What, basically that, Meth-Tical
'94 style, word up (Northern spicy brown-)
We be hazardous (mustard hoes)
We have to stick you
Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
Let me know it's real, son, if it's really real
Something I could feel, son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal, son, if it's really real
I'll ****in', I'll ****in' cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel at some staircase, piss
I'll ****in' cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin' but sleepin' pills *laugh*
Get yours, mother****ers
So-So **** the ho, **** the ho