Baby I got big plans A big ring a small hand A big cake bridesmaid best man One day we gon have all of that Baby I got big plans A big ring a small hand A big cake bridesmaid best man One day we gon have all of that
Girl I know we just met tonight And this may seem like a line But I'm not the playa type Normally you wouldn't find me Under the club light In searh of a love life But you shaking that stuff right I think I should make you my wife
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You probably think I'm trying to crush tonight Cause I gotta look of lust with crush in my eye No matter what i say keep it tight Keep it away from me like Superman and kryptonite You see I'm not thinking short term I've learned Giving everybody turns comes out like a bad perm You got the wanna beg to earn Oh beaby yeah
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I know this sounds crazy boo I ain't even known you two Things that I'm opened to The way that I propose to you Must think I'm some kind of fool You can call it with your finger but I'm thinking we gon jump back
[Method Man] Back seat of my jeep lets swing an episode Her neck and wrist all froze I'm tryin to catch a cold Clip in the tray We sippin away on that zayg on the mission Slowly slippin away Aint't life funny Don't nothin move but that money Oh boy honies looking like playboy bunnies The Whole swagger That be the type that I go after They get more attention cause their a**es more fatter And every dog gotta have her But I ain't trying to make her un-comfy Or cramp her style like I'm ugly How many women want a man With big plans big feet and big hands Ya understand why the daddy wears the big pans I'm big boned And if this symbolizes my life I live long My funny valentine would you be mine 50 gran on the wedding band tell her G wine
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now It's goin down One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby Shaolin what? Come on, come on, HA! Dangerous ground Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief And curse his first born, is this thing on? Send 'em to the children of the corn we the people See, niggaz through the eye of the demon My lethal injection, destroyin evil Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die Said the spider to the fly, "Could this one be tasty?" Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me On the job like Dick Tracy Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D. Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten In the rotten apple I kick dirt on your sand castle Check the flavor all natural
(Beat your feet) Hot Niks son (Heat-mizer) Before you get the main course (Taste a appetizer)
Submerged in the word Heavy headed verbal that smack you Mentally disturb you, attack you Thirty-six chamb' once again comin at you Young gun got the body snatch you observe Wise words you can only see through the third I fall way beyond the norm on the verb Shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on Track yellin at me get yo arrow god Victory is hard, regardless to whom or what They all movin targets Allah Runnin through your house and your block party, with rap shotty And hot rock the body body, St. Bernards couldn't save your entourage, rap lobotomy Leave ya mentally scarred, numb and possibly Dumb deaf and blind is it I kick the spine out the battery backs fuckin with mine keep it movin
Now everybody just throw your hands in the......(phone rings) What the fuck? Peace - who this?
Mind detect mind, I P.L.O. your startin line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on the verse head first Peep defeat, bitch Street beat you down with the heat And you spazzed out spittin out teeth ain't nuttin peace Big boys don't destroy blunted zone pop steroid 50 men convoy, expensive where's the big toy Rumble through the wasteland right hand's on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime vision finger itchin from a scope-view position Dangerous ground Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the cloud comes down
Yo, keep your eyes open Love potion number nine poetry in motion Knowledge me the seventh sign Scopin, connivin, infiltrate is most of mine Play 'em nonchalantly, calmly expose the nine Push and get shoved what the fuck Gods thinkin of Comin in the club wit that screwface, actin up Is we men or mice, bad moon risin We wild for the night Kill a skitzofrenic nigga twice cuz-o That's what happened when frontin on the Shaol' borough Island of Staten we in here no fear Assault wit intent To kill your whole regiment it's real Startin wit yo president, duckin my dart gun Tear apart son - you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B-I camouflauge like G.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the life Your money or your life that's the life Everybody can't afford ice in the struggle Tryin to eat right another day another hustle hustle hustle (Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh) Dangerous ground Tre' pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down War and peace, I take it to the street Land shark on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief Motherfucker
Excuse me gorgeous.. Just maxin, lookin for hoes, y'know, relaxin Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan Shot a verb, that tranked her nerves, calm words Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr Sweet Love you look miraculous, brown eyes passionate High cheekboned, Tommy Girl cologne you smashin it Jump in, take a spin, destination Staten I have you home by ten, Shorty started laughin She replied, "Street, you ever ride while you drive?" I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby why?" She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up Now I'm deep in it, flyin past the speed limit Out of control, still whippin it, steadily hittin it Deep strokin, one hand on the wheel, blunt smokin Lovin how it feel, Sweet Love you got me open, what?
Love is love Love, love is love Love Love is love Love, love is love Love We connected like a train from the first ordeal I stepped to her with the passion as I kept things real but like, sex was on my mind like, cum was in my pants I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?" I said, "Yeah, mad gear plus the small white band Sweet Love, I want your pussy can I be your man? Stripped to the bare essentials let me fuck you if I can Sweet Love, from your nipples to your pussy nub" Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love Love
It's a full moon, we in the bedroom, thoughts consumed by the passion, slow jam tunes and body action My finger's on the clit splashin, your pussy lips got you spazzin, love juices, marinatin in your satins, sexy ass, I get some like my old dad I love my women bad, with just a little touch of class Youse the Star by far, look at you Ma Shake your thang-thang girlfriend, you SheShe Lefrea! Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up but the type to hit it raw dawg and seed it up We talk without sayin nuttin, you told me if I came through you'd gimme som'in, now we lockin ass Pullin hair and talkin trash, how you like it slow or fast? She said, "I like it when it last" No doubt, you got the best trout there can be Not an everyday, average, Chicken of the Sea, candidate for H.I.V. You'd rather deal with monogamy Queen to be held, Black Mahogany You're bout to bust damnit, sugar walls comin down Now you can't stand it, you've been touched That's when I felt the blood rush Gettin closer and closer with every thrust, take me there Volcano's about to erupt, I love you much "Watch these rap niggaz get all up in your guts"
I'm the bastard, the total package like Lex Luger Pull a sting like a yellow jacket, makin manuever through the slum nigga Iron Lung, ladies and gentlemen Welcome to my torture chamber, pit and the pendulum Foul play, T 2000 be "Judgement Day" Face millenium - hell to pay My knuckles soft from these Star Wars of Han Solo; southpaw Ring your bell like it's Quasimodo - what is the law? Stay hardcore my Clan logo, move to quik to catch a photo Jettin on land like Jet Moto Now we roll up on the conduit These niggaz actin like they been through it; as if they heart beat the truest I +Can't Lose+ like +Parker Lewis+, set in my ways Got you corny niggaz askin who is .. Johnny Blaze? Get a late pass stankin-ass (ha) sucker ass Now you sufferin like succotash (wha-what-what) while Johnny Cash makin moves on your moneybag, I'm strip clubbin Stickin hundreds in yo' honey ass; my brothers buggin in the background, holdin me down, watchin these clowns as they eyeball I pay it no mind - gettin high y'all Look at the scaffold, the night tall Rap infected get the Lysol, to disinfect it You don't know me or my effin Method That's the shit that made me ticked When I throw the pitch, how many catch it? Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill Port Richmond, Now Borne Jungle Nils One mo' gaen - hit me with that SHIT they be smokin Got Cali niggaz loc'n, New York niggaz open John Jay phenomenon, the mega-bomb Transformed into firearm (pow) like Megatron You get stepped on and shit upon, I'm still calm knowin brothers wanna do me harm - Shaolin what?
(Shaolin what, huh?) {*breaking glass*} Y'all niggaz make room for daddy, for real (Holla if you hear me) We got love for those that got love for us (Show your lust; your best bet is to roll with us) Now go to your room (hang it up)
Through bein humbles Tru Mast' on da track.. LIKE THAT y'know? Been in this rap game for like the past four bullets now, y'know? Doin bids, yea yea I done peeped a lotta cats come through Courageous cats, stray cats, haha Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI'msayin? But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics Rhymes, line for line, numero uno Who the best? I don't know Check it Flame on - I rain fire, when Johnny Storm I'm shocking like live wire - you have been warned I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong And prove all them doubters wrong Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him and now she can't even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em Send him to his final restin Back to the essence, Faces of Death - The Final Lesson Torture Motherfuckin torture, y'all niggaz know Who got John Blaze shit? Suckin my dick to get famous So I switch blades to Dangerous Welcome to my torture chambers Torture chambers where John Doe's remain nameless, hear me? I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly I made it possible for y'all cats to come near me Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer I slam just like my culture on all theories Dead that - straight off the meat rack with this one You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit Stand back - don't make me spit one, and paint pictures On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome-acap
Ha, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah One time.. yo Never liked son from day one, bring you tool That nigga stick you and play dumb, hate a bitch-ass Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared for when the pain come, this nigga scared, shook to death from a cold stare, stuntin, knowin my brothers fiend to do you somethin over here, we head huntin in the function I smell fear, adrenaline start pumpin I Smash Pumpkins, Hard Rock be in the Cafe Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us The last days, makin sure I get the last say In the food chain, is you predator or prey? If you featherweight, lyrics blow your back crack your vertabrae, lookin for a better way to get my point across, thoughts accelerate at the same speed, of the muder rate Lord, never perpetrate a fraud, til my nigga Carlton Fisk see the boss, truly yours, Mr. Meth
Life's a snippet, one way ticket Time tickin fast, blink you might miss it Semen on Street shit, you might catch fifty stitches Body bag sprayed up, buried in muddy ditches I play for keeps, bust heat you catch cold feet My rap sheet, speak for itself, concrete Evident, Killa Hill, resident, double dart agent Secret intelligent my rap style's flagrant
*Feel the sting of a killa bee, Johnny Blaze Street Life, Deck and Mobb Deep, Play IV Keeps In the city that you never sleep, pay attention Ain't no shittin when you gotta eat, we hold it down
I move like Mad Max 'cross the wasteland One hand holds the head of the last brave man Made man, Cuban Link chain of command Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand My live team turn the club to a crime scene High beams flash, promoters die behind CREAM Get your face blown, might face the chrome We take this more serious than just a poem
I think about a lot of shit, especially when I'm bent About the foul shit goin on in my life, current event It's evident I smoke ciggarette down to Brownsville Thinkin to myself -- how many lives must my pound kill? Hopefully none, ain't the one to give chase Hemmed by Jake, worryin who might turn state's So I chill, put my killa niggaz on the battlefield On the low plottin silent murderer, never doubt still never follow beef hey beef follow me Wanna settle in the court I say settle in the streets like our pops did it, you got gats get hot with it Now you dry snitchin, because you got knocked with it I just rock with it, go with the flow, think for a hot minute Stash my dough secure the funds of profit
Yo, extreme rhyme niggaz, you wastin your time Fuckin with my niggaz, extrordinary line swishin your mind out position, tryin to figure this shit Rewind it and listen quick, you might miss this Olympic, rap jave-lon, travel beyond, your weak song Doin this for too long, to not come strong You're only a pawn of Viet Dong Tryin to form against mines, you musta just been born Secluded on a distant farm This is the real world, where niggaz get shot and shanked Where there's tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck..
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Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready for a war here, fuck peace, what?
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Stand strong on our two feet, we all ready for a war here, fuck peace, peace
Word, yo, I loved you to death nigga Word.. it's like til death do us part Dedicated Peace nigga now we must part kid Yeah, fuck it, whateva We used to be tight, now it's shoot on sight Takin the ghetto right, slidin in your wife on a rainy night Low budget nigga wanna act like, yousa killa in the spotlight but never lived the life? Throw the grilla in your mouthpiece, rock you to sleep Fuckin wit Street, you better travel wit heat, speakin my piece You survived my attempt to homicide Tried to slide and lit five rounds but hit the building side This is how it's goin down, ain't no peace until you're gone Play around, with your life playa you won't live long Probably got a vest on, but your thoughts react like a young pawn That's when I swarm on your street dreams you mor-on Carry on, forty lead dons went through your Teflon I remained calm, even though you straight passed through my left arm I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe Plus that click you run with, I heard y'all niggaz rub dicks Greet niggaz with a french kiss, some real fag shit Seen the bitch in you, from the first day you came through Saw the size of my crew, and started actin brand new That bullshit you pulled, you gon' pay too You went bubblin blue, it's dead on the avenue I bailed you out, passed off a key to the stash house So you could lay low, from your P.O., before you mashed out Then you went the wrong route, that's why I threw my dick in your girl's mouth Get snuffed the fuck out, walk witcha guns out
First.. there was the collapse of civilization Anarchy, genocide, starvation Then.. when it seemed like shit couldn't get any more fucked up We got The Plague The Living Death Closing his icy grip around the whole planet Then the rumors started The last hardcore MC's.. were working on a cure .. that would END the pestilence.. why? I like the death I *LIKE* the misery I LIKE THIS WORLD!!!!! Space, The Final Frontier These are the voy-voy-voyages of the Starship TICAL
*As I walk in the shadow of death Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Your host this evening for H-O-T N-I-X, you get splashed with the Tec Nobody go, til the God say so You got a second or mo', to run for the do' Before I blow back off the map, contact You didn't know Stat' could get down like that Who want them test rocket launcher, YES Mr. Meth, hold the fort, mos def' Kids is dead wrong, song's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pump shot gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You need to douche out your style no doubt Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum PRUM PRUM PRUM on my Shaolin drum Niggaz don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day
**(10) Ten let the countdown begin (9) I was born in the mind (8) Take the head of a snake (7) Behold Armaggedeon (6) Ain't no love for the rich (5) Only strong will survive (4) Cause we live by the sword (3) Plus sixty degrees (2) For the black and the blue (1) For the sun.. step into millenium
The name of this one is Judgement Day No more BS, can't come out and play Don't blame me, blame society Type of chemistry for a live MC Hands in the air like you just don't care You all get a share, there's a party over here Year two-thousand, keep bouncin T-Minus, thirty seconds and countin New York's finest, still wildin, Shaolin At the full moon howlin Get Til It's Gone, killa bee kills Only time will reveal like the words in the song Cause love's what I feel for my crew, bust steel Niggaz don't got to pay my bills P.L.O. pack the slingshot flow Plant the seed, let the garden grow And stick that rhyme where the sun don't shine Darts pierce your heart like a Valentine Tis my Tale From the Crypt that's sick Bloodbath, body baths and shit U-F-C fightin championships G.I. Joe's with the Kung-Fu Grip Now you don't dare, to step in the square Kids ain't playin over here, PLAYA Only one way, and that's my way Grim Reaper callin, Judgement Day C'mon.. I said c'mon..
Ten let the countdown begin I was born in the mind Take the head of a snake Behold Armaggedeon Ain't no love for the rich Only strong will survive Cause we live by the sword Plus sixty degrees For the black and the blue For the sun..
Gimme that funk, mmm.. Funk, mmm.. yo gimme that Funk.. sho' nuff that Funk..
Yo, yo Beware of the dogs, off the chain Fuck your whips at the club we piss in the parkin lanes Blow it up ten frames so you see it wide If your broad ain't fuckin she don't need to ride (beat it) She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside by the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries Cause I'ma, dog nigga, shot-call nigga My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture Applaud {*ahh*} bitch, shake that ass I getcha, drunk and high and duct tape that ass fast Then leave you on your daddy front lawn (ding dong) with your hair all fucked up, with one pump on Get stomped on, I take the money and run I'm a dog, shit I fuck right in front of your son If you ain't got Missy and Meth want me to spit the hot shit for you? Nigga, write your check
When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin on sizz-urp Ohhh.. ohhh.. now we gon' make love to and in ya SLIDE, wanna take a ride When you with me oh so right, tell them boys not tonight Say you chillin witcho bitch and this is one y'don't wanna miss Uhh uhh.. cause this love right here is on fire (fire) SLIDE, wanna take a ride
*I love it boy when you play this song Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin me on You keep me growlin like a dog in heat Hey wodie put it down make me sleep for weeks
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You on the block layin low, from the cops layin low When you done let me know cause my love make you be like WHOA Ohhh.. ohhh.. cause I got yo' mind in the trenches SLIDE, let's take a ride Baby come give me some HEY WODIE ain't no other one can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night Mmmm mmmm.. cause you put butterflies on my stomach SLIDE, baby won't you slide
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Yo yo I wanna gangsta BOOGIE with my GANGSTA BITCH Love it when the pussy talk back thanks to dick All my dogs (woof) playin the wall, get at these broads You ain't got no-ass-at'all, we ain't fuckin wit y'all I'm not your smooth lovin, see me at Casbah thuggin Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin Never catch Tical hand-cuffin, I'm in your party puffin Smellin like that Wu-Tang production Cousin tried to tell me pussy come a dime a dozen And when it come around I'll beat it down like percussion Missy come and get me, I'm bout to call Doc We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot Somebody roll the weed up, push the car lighter, kick your feet up Saturday Night, who got the Fever? Brought the flavor, of indonesia Puff puff give type procedures and this joint bumpin out your speakers
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I'm gonna take you high to the top and let your body not reject me babe I'm gonna make you really love me I'm gonna make you scream don't stop But you must first respect his lady You must respect this lady
"One two three four five six seven eight nine!" "Are we on the air?"
Uhh, uhh .. {HA?} Uhh {HA?} uhh {HA?} Uhh, this is - uhh, a Missy Elliott - uhh, exclusive Uh-huh.. woo!!
And I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain Ooh baby, what's your name? {HA?} I love the way you're spittin the game You made me change from thinkin all guys the same You the type of guy I wanna marry in months Got exactly what I want {HA?} And ain't no fakin the funk Your attitude is funk and you're makin me crunk (c'mon)
*Yes it's real baby Got me so crazy Light my fire dirty Like the way you serve me Stimulate my body Crunk just like a party Ohh, you won't be sorry My papi, I'm yo' mami
I'm in your life to come and let you explore {HA?} And take you on a tour The kind of guys that be talkin that noise Is the reason I ignore {UH-HA!} And you the one I wanna take to MEET MOMS "He's a rap superstar" {UH-HA!} I wanna be the one, you like I'm sure to do you right
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Is it real hon, if it's really real (let's chill) Maybe pop an X pill (how does sex feel?) Come and get your next thrill (you the raw deal) Yo I'm sayin if your man won't (Mr. Meth will) That's amore', all day, mind over matter And my forte' is foreplay, sex on a platter Have it your way, then who, serve you everything on the menu And all that freak shit that you into Sweet lady, you drive me half crazy Maybe, we can go half on a baby (on a baby?) Poppa got a brand new bag Hidden in the stash of his brand new Jag Lovely, kick your shoes off and get comfy We can bump uglies if you ain't got your monthly Yes I, like "American Pie" Tell 'em M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-Y
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M-E-T-H-O-D, Man M-I-S-S-Y, I am I came came to bang bang the boogie I see you lookin to bang out my nookie You want my cookies I baked for you rookies Work hard they want me to bang bang and stick me If you want my nookie you got to come quickly M-E-T-H-O-D is ya wit me? Mr. Meth is ya wit me?
Yo, c'mon! Even if I died a thousand deaths When I resurrect I'll still be Meth The jams will still be def I'm here, me and this mic-phone, we here And ain't tryin' to hear nothin' cuz we had it up to here (What?) Lyrics have no dress code (yeah) From KRS to Depeche Mode Hit them so cool you cats cold Had to jump off, it's about to jump off My niggaz speak with they hands or the gun talk Yo RZA, we got the Clan in the front and police at the door Every exit is laced with C-4 about to blow Life trial I'm passed out MC's is like bitches in thongs - they assed out But me, the M-E-T-H- the O-D Just too real, I can't be touched and can't feel The monotony in rap, take a picture of my nut sac Carbon copy that and send your crew a fax Motherfucker
[1 - New and improved Wu-Tang style] Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now Spit flames (Five mics) Peep game (On site) Bring the pain (All night) Off the chain (Damn right)
[2 - Scratching by RZA] "It's the Method Man for short Mister Meth" "Tical-lion" "Hmmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon! Even if I died a thousand deaths When I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives on My words is like a third degree to young emcees Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees John Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots Ace up my sleeve, bake up pies in pots So this is what it's come to (Huh?) Lickin' shots at them kids that used to punk you (Huh?) Repetitious rap shit, don't get no air play ya mouth whip And niggaz can't smoke wit' dry lips so chapped Bite my shit, I'm like Kojack to get my flow back In fo' flat, I track you down like a low jack Spy spy, eye for an eye can I penalize the uncivilized Make 'em civilized You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb Who don't beef for beats, see the tracks on my arm Motherfucker
Dead crosswords puzzling your delf (Get yourrrrrrrr headpiece strapped on tight) See that's what I'm talkin bout When you take the Johnny Blaze (you're dealing with Johnny Blaze) (the Johnny Blaze) and you take that game and you plug that here into Bobby Steels (ohh yeahhhhh) Nowwwww you are playing with power (yeahhhhh get that mouthpiece screwed on right dude) (You're dealing with the Bobby Steels) with power (the Bobby Steels) Now you are playing with power I got your mind twisted Unrealistic wavelength draining on your brain-strip inflicted Crosswords puzzling your delf Questioning your own mental health (yeah) it's like a maze within itself (yeah) Check the grimey, slimey, slimey Crim-inim-inal indivi-dual I be Searching for the Dark Knight Lurking in the shadows of the city (the city) he roll with jiggy My crime committee, robbing every Gotham piggy bank blinnnnnnnd Take a journey through the mind of a Riddler
Tax free money not a problem (that's no problem) A price to get the ice not a problem (that's no problem) A body for a price not a problem (that's no problem) Hmm -- The Riddler
Once again it's the mind bender, three-time felony offender Demented, brain cemented, mixed in the blender I lose ya, mass-confusion, question mark clues in What where why whose-in, quiz Time to ask yourself who it is Sheisty P.L.O. underhanded biz, invading brothers wigs (wigs) Can I live Corrupt and bringing all the misery and suffering Pain, you couldn't cure with a Bufferin Rotating, ridiculous, rapid-fire riddle Bat get trapped in the middle of The Riddler
Murder for the evil not a problem (not a problem) To the gen there ain't no sequel not a problem (it's not a problem) Big up to all my people not a problem (that's no problem) Hah-hah, The Riddler
Observe if you will I'm in my hide-out in the back of the hill (yeah) I crack a wall then I caught about a mil Co-defendant Johnny Blaze and Bobby Steels We was blazing hardware (hardware) Turn the corner you can hear the wheels squeel rehrrarrrr
On that ass fast was the Batmobile (Batmobile) I can tell by the demon on the grill, this was real Alley-cat screaming ahhh , I hit a trash can Garbage everywhere, money flying out the bags and trying to escape, code nine with the cape Or else he'd be headed upstate, it's The Riddler Talkin suicide, not a problem (that's no problem) If you're speaking homicide not a problem (that's no problem) You want to talk genocide not a problem (that's no problem) It's The Riddler
Word up, that's no problem Stim-ulim-uli, stim-ulim-uli Feel good don't it And you know it Got ta, hotter You're playing... with... power
