CHARIZMA & PEANUT BUTTER WOLF - Methods lyrics

rate me

Rap battles, I saw MC's goin at it

Crews playin new records, I arrived and caused static

From Frisco to Oakland like Bronx to Manhattan

You know what's happenin, Charizma style of rappin

Hey yo B, you know your man Kwan that's 10 feet tall?

He should drop the mic and pick up a basketball

Ah yes y'all, mad love to my crew, everyone's real cool

All we wanna do is to be in a record pool

Ah yes y'all, this is my design to make my niggas rewind

Labels pull crimes, it's time for me to resign

The style's deep even when we fall asleep

Dreamin of the usual - a rap beat

I got class with my math, so remember this

If you're not down you're expelled off my premises

I come with bombs when the scene is loud and hectic

I'm clean cut and suave, the dapper type, man I got methods

I got you and your crew peepin me out and starin

Maybe this is something you're not accustomed to hearin

I'm comin through clownin, takin titles and much clout

And when I'm rollin dice I got my boys on the lookout

It's just Charizma with the Nikes, Charizma with the knocks

Charizma on stage is Charizma sure to rock

So check it out party people in the place

The newest car I ever had was a '78

I'm straight rollin in my bucket with my boys at ease

And when I see a liquor store I think of ten g's

I'm just fanatic with these rhymes, you can't read em, though

Young kid, you're not ready for torpedos

Just wait until my moms hears this jam

She'll say I have to scram but she has to take me for what I am

When I need someone to talk to for insight

I see what's in sight, and that's lovely girls tonight

I got methods

I got rappers takin votes, it's a rappin debate

I make my speech and announce the winner at the studio live at 8

So

This is just a rhyme from page 74

As far as girls, yeah, they know me, they talk about Colby

But Colby ain't got nothin on me, I rap in Dolby

So hey world, open your eyes to the wack

Cause when the goin gets rap the wack get off my track

And that's black

Who said that real hip-hop don't sell

Me and my whole crew bought two copies of Raising Hell

Just the other day there was a contest with ten MC's

Mad lookin wack wearin Lee's and cock dies

I was like okay, so I gave it a bay

Now those MC's ain't got nothing but their ex-girls to blame

I got methods