[Intro: Method Man, Mighty Clouds of Joy sample]
All the children, come into the light...
LB Trap, John J
("There will be...")
[Chorus: Left Eye and Method Man]
Rock-a-bye baby from the rooftop
When the guns blow, the cradle gets rocked
When the Earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
Down will come MCs, fake shit and all
[Verse 1: Method Man, Mighty Clouds of Joy sample]
Off top it be the sure shot, the bomb drops
Aftershock blow your bumbaclot to smithereens
Time stop, flying guillotine, coming for your slot
What you mean you spilled the beans, ahk?
Blacked out and thought I seen Pac, laser beam Glock
What's a bird to a brother with a flock, what?
They got some nerve to even try to shit a turd on John J
Slap a nigga gay with the wordplay
Hot Nix shoot ya with the gift, it's your birthday
God hatin' ugly in the worst way, "Fuck 'em," like the Earth say
From first day, I survey the hassle, Death knockin' at your door
In the Big Apple, Mef rotten to the core
Shackle in the sound castle, the dungeon
With vermin, in the form of MCs determined
To step foot on God's soil
Not knowin' that these eggheads come hard-boiled and heavy-handed
The aliens, we just landed and you in the way
Overthrow these niggas' planet, Independence Day
Felons, get split melons, homicide
Bug niggas get the bug repellent, insecticide
Johnny 5 take it worldwide, as long as I
Pledge allegiance to the Dark Side, I'll never die
Who you know with a flow like this? Bring 'em in
What Clan you know blow like this? Bring 'em in
Take that, nigga (That, nigga...)
("There will be...")
[Refrain 1: Method Man & Left Eye]
The sound of gun bursts puttin' the foul in the dirt (Foul in the dirt)
You can't think clearly from the mind control theory (Mind control theory)
Murder in the first, bring 'em back down to Earth (Back down to Earth)
Y'all niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst (Prepare for the worst)
[Verse 2: Method Man, Mighty Clouds of Joy sample]
Times gon' change, nothin' will remain the same
Million-dollar broke niggas, still fucked up in the game
Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name
Tuck your chain when I approach, nigga, go against the grain now
Niggas stand the reign now
Die Hard fans call me John John McClain now, Snake vs. the Crane Style
Death to the enemy, Wu brother number one
The Centipede, troublesome, send 'em all to Kingdom Come
Sun still shine one – time for your crooked mind
Drunk off a cheap wine, son, I'm into street crime
Every word, every line, got juice, very fine
Turn me loose on mankind, detonate the landmine
Focus my goal now – never sell, never sold
Live by the code now – never tell, never told
Darts I throw, like Clyde with the finger roll
Clutch shots and whatnot, this is where the buck stop
Still can't eat, and y'all still can't sleep
I elect myself as Presidential MC
Wu-Tang Killa Bee, the bee hive facility
In love with the blunt smoke, even though it's killing me
Bad vibes fillin' me with thoughts of conspiracy
White Water scandals with Bill Clinton, Hillary
Too hot to handle, too well put together to dismantle
Fucker – you heard me (Fucker... fucker...)
("There will be...")
[Refrain 2: Method Man]
Excuse me as I kiss the sky
Catch me when I fall, son, I'm too young to die
Me and Lefty, that be the Eye, come test me
If you don't know, ya'd never know me
Booster, brodie
[Bridge: Booster]
Shots pon yo' melon, shots pon yo' head
Man, ya come test me, ya dead, child, let you gon 'dead
Fiyah pon' yo' head, semi fire pon yo' chest
Man, if ya test, ya safer feelin' dead
Anybody wan' contest me and they reach for me
TEC, cock it, den unload it on a batti boy chest
Batti boy come test me, if he reach for me
TEC, cock it, den unload it pon da batti boy
[Chorus: Left Eye & Method Man]
Rock-a-bye baby from the rooftop
When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked
When the Earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
Down will come MCs, fake shit and all
[Outro: Left Eye]
Ayo, I got three hundred and sixty degrees of self
That's mind, body, and spirit
A hundred and twenty degrees a piece
We gon' break it down into simple terms
That's nine, nigga, nine – highest level of change
It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass, waitin' for shit to just happen
Shit don't just happen
Gon' fuck around and miss the boat
If you take away the negative, make room for the positive
That's addin' and subtractin', on the real
Niggas better learn they math
'Cause if my calculations serve me correct
I'ma fuck around and have all this shit
I'm on your ass, nigga, I'm on your––
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