Elements lyrics

Artist  : Method man 
Song : Elements
 
"Elements"
(feat. Star, Polite)

[Method Man]
(There...there?)
One more game
Yo, uh huh uh huh
Staar
Surround sounder, blunt smokin, remy downer
Hip-hop sizzar slingin my raw in your flounder
You get skidawed, undertakin' undergrounders
This lyricist, lounge with low, that be lounger
Aliens is out of townish, fuck applause
niggas clap now with forty pounders, and
fourty-fours
Is it all, fair in love with war
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking
yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword,
uh
My vocal cords break the laws that apply to
nature
Low and these niggas love to hate ya
Request the henney straight no chaser
Twin towerin' I skyscrape ya
Now gimme yours

[Star]
Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons
that homicidal 
Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal
scars
(Allah punk) I'm hazardous as a bomb and arms
spinnin' like Christ
Recitin' psalms in the streets of Babylon
(Verbs I gather well) ?? data shells
My squad camoflauge your wealth
Like the bible with parabels
With the navigator, spittin razor sharp, breath
laser data
That'll tickle you now, but sway you later

[Method Man]
On this one call me Lee Major
Million dollar man, bionic or proffesor chronic
Still not a player, I just fuck alot the panty
raider
Get shortys mad, they curse you wild on your sky
pager
Stankin' ass

[Polite]
Yo Mr. Big Mouth, better duck down or bite the
bullet
You niggas got guns but you scared to death to
pull it
Bet if I pull my gun I'm gon' squeeze
I'm startin at your head, son, and stoppin' at
your knees
I hate your screwmugs, rumble counterfeit thugs 
Niggas want mine, bet they come and get it in
blood
Fat potential, gave birth to a corrupt mental
Foul thoughts paralyzin temples, it's just that
simple

[Chorus]
[All]
You better come with your best gun
Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun
Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Let's get it on
Best to come with your best gun
Niggas be rollin', it's all war no fun
Niggas be holdin', you niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Let's get it on

[Star]
Arm leg shots to hit the spot like a four fifth
glock
We got this hip-hop shilock and all you clique
got
Was lip lock, heavy heat, steady street sweepin
your peeps
Hawks, machete chops puttin' cease to your petty
fleets
This raw rebel got more metal than pop
And rock groups, when my glock shoots the scores
settled
A ground attack, I'm bound to clap rounds of rap
Clowns are found flat, face down around the map
Simple minds, cripple smiles, my rhymes are four
five
The size oh two nines combine, can't even tickle
mine

[Method Man]
I told you once, I told your ass a thousand
times, chump
Body in the trunk, stay in line punk, 
(Fucking with your mind?)

[Polite]
Yo
You be the actual, sixteen bars, comin' after you
Never go against my team, they might embarrass
you
Slit-slang terrorist talk, fully armed
Put your hands up, I'ma put a hole in your paws
Ruin your side show, eyes low, brains fried from
hydro
Two choices, bass off or either die slow
We all scholars when it's time to clean a dirty
dollar
Attack the boards, it's like a rotweiler

[Method Man]
Niggas comin out they shoes like they Usher
These motherfuckers on the run, and they socks
from
The bounty hunter, Iron Lungster, rain and
thunder
Here come the lightning now I'm strikin' back at
niggas bitin'
Pushin' buttons just to step away from
self-destruction
Inch and a half away from touchin' somethin'
Suckin' away from bustin'
Yall brothers laugh now and cry later
I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega
Whoopin' that ass, walk you dogs through the
lookin' glass
Been burnin' MC's since cookin' class
Makin' it hot like the summer in the crackspot
With blacktops, my nickle slot, triple bar, hit
the jackpot
On each block, I'm the remedy, send them back to
me
After detock, shorty got knuckles in the Reebok
Plus we got a problem with the Benz
(What's the problem with the Benz)
She want the six-hundred, but she aint got the
ends

[Chorus]
[All]
You better come with your best gun
Niggas be holdin', it's all war no fun
Niggas be bowlin', you niggas under pressure now
My squads down for whatever with whoever now
Let's get it on