Chris Webby - CT 2 Shaolin Feat. Method Man lyrics

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[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

It’s lights, camera, action, run it and still rappin’

Lyrical tornado, twister, Bill Paxton

On two E pills, three vics and six aspirin

This bull’s running plays on the court like Phil Jackson

I am mad raw, fucker, better back off

Punch line pros, we leaving you with a cracked jaw

Down in MIA sniffing on some bath salts

Eat your fucking face off and spit it on the asphalt

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Call up Rick Grimes and aim for the head and shoot at least six times

Connecticut to Shaolin, show ‘em what the bounce is

Coming with that fire so you better bring an ounce, kid

It’s that motherfucker fucking panty stuffer, listen to the real can’t stand the others

Cop a lethal weapon like Danny Glover

Walk into the woods bust rounds at Bambi’s mother, uh

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Live and let die, I get it like I spit it, we ride like an AMG, get it? G5

Five, Michael in it, got the key to the city

We vibe, no commercial interruptions, we live

Warning, see now that you have entered the zone

Professionals at work, do not attempt this at home

All I need’s a verse and a minute when it’s on

I’ll be begging like a convict for minutes on the phone

Up until they throw me in a box, or catch me in the trap, trying to throw away the rock

I’m a product of the block, a hustler, the product in the socks

Serve a customer, regardless of the cops

Regardless of the guap, still a legend

On fire, cause I’m hot, y’all are sweating, still denying that I’m not

In fact, Webby, I’m like the overweight lover, I’m that heavy

Minus the frames and fat belly

[Bridge: Chris Webby]

Thanks for that Meth, we do this man you know

CT to Shaolin, C. Webby to John Blaze

It’s just that hip hop shit, you know, it’s that

That raw emotion that you get when you get behind this mic, like you know?

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

Suburban rap, ‘cedes back, slay it when I lay a track

The fourth Animaniac, the Timothy McVeigher rap

They so concerned whit swag that they forgot about the basics

That’s some shit I can’t respect, I’ll never hold my tongue or take it back

This is art, this is true, this is all I know

The only time I feel at peace is when I start to flow

I don’t care if the masses think that my shit’s hot

Cause this is raw, this is me, this is hip hop

Thanks to Andy for correcting these lyrics