Tical

Album: Tical (1994)

*sounds of fighting*

"You have been lucky... I wish I got you last time. En garde, I will let you try my Wu-Tang style." "I would like to try your Wu-Tang style, letīs begin then!"

Intro: Method (and others)

From the tip top? (Aiyyo aiyyo, what the f*ckīs up with light dude?) Yup One two (no doubt, no doubt) One two one two Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeah, we gonī be up in that) Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yea light that shit up) Ah one two yo, check me out

Chorus:

Whatīs that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical Whatīs that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical

Verse One:

Check it, I got styles, all of īem sick Niggaz aint fit to walk a mile in the dead manīs kicks I make īem shit about a pile, of bricks to show He aint nuttin but another, a lone John Doe That want to flow, here itīs, comin up shit is creek I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep and I ama grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass In a whip, with no breaks & I am hittin the gas It is a bird, it is a plane, take a look in the sky Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I will get severe on the double I harass it I do not look for trouble, I am already trouble Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered By a psychopathic, way beyond an average Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it

Chorus

One two, uh, one two one two One two, uh, one two one two One two, uh, one two one two Check it out

Verse Two:

What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit that we got is to stay high, no question Lethal weapon, aint no time for half steppin When brothers start wettin everything in ya section Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I will screw that Toī up, from the flow up, donīt even show up To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up Is there a f*ckin snake in my garden? Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help I am not playin, cause I do not play with nobody God damn kid, know what I am sayin, I am peelin niggas wigs I be sprayin, brother with words Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM

Chorus

One two uh, one two one two One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yea baby f*ckin with tical) (yea niggaz better recognize... tical...)