Collaboration '98 Lyrics

So what we smoke cancer sticks and weed and all that good shit

Fuck the world, word up

Sunz of Man, Method Man, True Mast', collabora-tion

[Chorus:]

Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs

Brothers want grub gotta take it in blood

Because is you down or are you down just because

Can't you see my love even though we be with thugs

[Verse One: True Master]

Yo, when you least expect is when we attack, in fact

your format, is not yet suitable for combat

Still dissident factions within the Kingdom

Campaign desperate attempts to take your freedoms

Emphatically, wack strategy, don't impress me

Impulsiveness'll only bring you tragedy, test me

Descent to the essence quickly, niggaz strictly flip

Fuckin with this royal assembly, the Sunz of Man

summon me, Chief Administrator of the Law

True Master in this hardcore Art of War

I explore the depths on conflict and with no pretense

found the best strategy the most impressive defense

So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force

and exhaust your whole supply

Don't send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain

they respective borders, or it's a God damn slaughter

[Verse Two: Method Man]

Shots in the park, it be on after dark

Hungry like the Wolf when the beef starts to cook

When push come to shove, we push through the club

Pocket full of bud, baby armed with the snub

nosed I suppose, you get body-snatched when you doze

Recognize your friends from your foes

or here lie, another one victimized

Left for The Fly, now what size is this?

Nigga your size, and I would be much obliged

to get a fatter piece of that pie

Still got my Eyes on the Prize, and like Gloria

I will survive, at war with the warrior

Hot with the rhyme.. pennies

Turn the heat up, and bend me

Prepare for the next milleni'

I can't sleep, I'm in the shit knee deep

In a race against time, beat your motherfuckin beat

Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from

Same shit different slum, where we about to go

ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a sliceMethod Man - Collaboration '98 - http://motolyrics.com/method-man/collaboration-98-lyrics.html

when we done, and all minds are one, yo

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Prodigal Sunn]

I be the Rabbi watched by snake eyes as the playa hate rise

New York state side to the West side

Fuck the best rhyme, best respect mine, from here

to Palestine watch Sunz of Man climb

I could tell a fake from a handshake for man's sake to hittin truth

I translate til the land quake

I plan my escape on the good fan base

Strictly satisfaction like the Sunz of Man tape

No copy or biting off of what your man make

It's 1998, get your own mindstate

In 1999 write your own platinum rhymes

Can you see my love even though we be with thugs?

Yo, words and keyboards we please the Lord

Lyrics feed the poor, while the rich receive the sore

Couldn't stay in one spot too long, split in fours

Told the truth the four tours brought artists four doors

I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin God's work

while you Star Search, I take your mind to Mars' dirt

Uhh, what

I said, can you see my love even though we be with thugs?

[Verse Four: Hell Razah]

This mathematical rhythmatical mechanism enhances my wisdom

? of Islam, keeps me calm

from doing you harm, when I attack, it's Vietnam

Through CD-ROM, the mega bomb severs the ice in your charm

Too late for Salaam, slugs rip through your arm

Double lead arm supreme head some fled from the bloodshed

Painting many in red, leavin Iranians dead

? , hangin fast on they deathbed

Out the window, lyrics flow like hot chemicals

Burning competitors, from they ears to they asshole

You wanna battle, I seperate your Adam's Apple

Crack your skully with a Snapple bottle, on the Apollo

Can you read black, ease back, we bleed tracks

Breeze through facts, contacts smack your wolfpack

[Chorus]

[Johnny Blaze]

Hold your satellite Son, I'm from where you from

Same shit different slum, where we about to go

ain't no need for the gun, I treat you to a slice

when we done, and all minds are one, men from the Sun

Method Man Collaboration '98