Run 4 Cover

[Intro: Streetlife] Yo, yo Enter, enter, enter (Enter, yo) [Verse 1: Streetlife, (Redman)] It's the cynical, lyrical rap individual On my death bed I spit sick flows that's critical I'm not a fan of this, I'm a mic vandalist Thug therapist, my Clan's too original I slang bang the wax to words that's visual Too digital for y'all common street criminals Who wanna come test?! Lick the sweat from my genitals We can get off the mic and get a little physical I was born to rock since they cut my umbilical Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter (Yeah) Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hitman for hire I quote murderous notes; dope rhyme supplier Hang glide on the mic like a stunt driver And I won't stop rocking 'til I retire (Yo... yo... yo!) [Verse 2: Redman] When it comes to the darts, I throw 'em, flamethrow 'em {*whoof*} Blow your Section 8 home to your payphone up Grass smoker, in the cut with a lawnmower I'm water, I ride the whale that ate Jonah Over, you're faced with the black cape over You woke up four gorillas with a makeover Packing a punch, asthma pump takeover My crew boards and the whole plane lays over! (Yo Yoooo!) You can't talk with the tape over Pass the pussy – get out, date's over Back to your gray Nova that's way slower Redline to five on the highway shoulder Enemies say, "Doc the one to play closer" This baboon loose off the chain-choker Hardcore, Job Corps, I hate poker But y'all spread when my bullets Daytona [Chorus: Method Man, (Redman)] Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!) Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!) Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!) Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!) Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!) Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!) Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!) Comin' through, comin' through – duck, run for cover (Bass!) [Verse 3: Method Man, (Redman)] Yo, yo, this ain't your granddaddy music – it's hip-hop Coming through your woofer like a mule kick, hundred-thousand watts On some bullshit, I Blackout! eclipse with the semi Bust a full clip (Clap out!), touch one if any That's my complex in conquest Now tell that shit to the court, I plead no contest from none of y'all, please I potty-train pissy-ass rugrat for free Keep the cake for the family and off Sarah Lee That's how we do – powerful, moving on your left! Mr. Wu, Mef, black gorilla, beating on his chest I suggest–you pay your debt or Protect Your Neck I suggest–you wear a vest, making all them threats Here's a chin-check to cash and splash niggas in half Smash rappers like hash, smoke 'em down to ashes! At last, it's the crew that party crashes the masses Madness, wildin' out like special ed classes [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah, (Redman)] Straight out the gate, meet Toney Don of all dons, behind New York, King Tut with one arm Banana Nut Crunch blast, Cinnamon Toast with pyros Whips dirty, dustin' my bitch, fuck parole! Peep how these Wally champs wild out (Wild out!) We in the spot, guns go off, dope came out his mask, it was Ollie North "Oh shit! What up? What up, Ghost?! Congratulations on your new flick, 'Bernadette Who Macks The Most' Word up – you got the most Clarks, 'Braveheart' spinach" For Un to come down and appeal, he need minutes Told y'all before, I kick doors off the hinges Ain't no cooler and it ain't no Guinness Money like Barry Blue, Keanu Reeves with bench slippers Play the PGA Tour with Jack Nicklaus Statues of Mary, gats that bust mercury Sit through the biggest storm and hand out turkey [Outro: Redman, Method MAn] Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yhuh! That's the way I like it Pissy ass, rusty ass niggas! 0-7-1-0-3! 1-0-3-0-4! ['The Blair Witch Project' skit: Method Man, (Redman)] {*crying and slobbering, talking to camera*} Psst... psst... is...is--is it on? I just want apologize to everybody I didn't--I didn't know we would get into this much trouble... shit... I just want to say... to all the families, of all the victims that... bought the album? I'm so sorry, I didn't know... (They're gonna kill us!) We're going to die out here! {*sound of children laughing*} Shhhh... shhh... here they come... (Did you hear 'em?) Cut that off, cut that off, cut that off (Oh shit, nigga...) Here they come! Run!