And You Don't Stop Lyrics - Method Man

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'? 

Def Jam, knowumsayin'? 

Niggas like Method Man, Redman 

Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? 

Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? 

I don't need no introductions, Cat 

Whuuuuut 

I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts 

I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought 

I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head 

I feel assurin' durin', also glad 

Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won 

'cause there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun 

I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss 

You need A-Sun, oh yes, well of course 

Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet 

If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it 

Yes it is me, a total fresh MC 

Yo, I'm born to be, MC history 

Rhyming on time because that's the deal 

You're only as fresh as your ass feel 

Other MC's, you are bound to fall 

'cause your real world is not a world at all 

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[1 - Street] 

Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster 

Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher 

Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB hands quick as lightenin' 

Techique too deadly 

Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long 

Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout 

Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxegen, try again 

When yu catch the second wind, I'll break you in 

[Masta Killa] 

Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow 

One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement 

Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke 

Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork 

He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene 

These cats over here got glock holdin' him down 

These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything 

Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my 

Agent high told best friend of the wine 

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[Method Man] 

Still drunk offa cheap wine 

Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine 

Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine 

Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind 

Can you dig it? Only five percent live it 

While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it 

Now fuck around 

[Repeat 1] 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

Down wit the All In Together Now Crew 

The GZA, the RZA, me of course too 

The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop 

That's what's made, well made is on my workshop 

You was unable plus earn advance 

Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance 

They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost 

Have you ever caught the hip hop holy ghost 

Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype 

Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics 

I became a wrecker through my amplifier 

Break it down base, treble through my dancer 

That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music 

It's not classic, arabic, or basic 

It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly 

If not don't you pick me and forget me 

[Repeat 1]