N2 Gether Now/Limp Bizkit and Method Man
who could be the boss, look 'em to the cross, stranded, in the land of the lost, standin' up on sideways, I'm blazin up the path, runnin
on the highways of rap, choked up, by the smoke in the charcoal, lots of stamps and brands be like a barcode, I'm dashin' all the media
strikes, to keep the media dikes, that's reinforcement for the fight, and that alone will keep john gotti on the phone I'm tanglin on
the zone to keep the bees on the track, Why the fuck u ask?
MM: Tical
FD: let me hear your pigeons on your mouth now,
MM: shut the fuck up,
FD: I'm plukin in my social skills, to keep my total bills, that run a million, the last time I checked it, thank God I'm blessed with
the mind of the wreckin' waitin till the second round of nacamatic.
MM: They call me big john stud, my middle name mud, dirty water flow, too much for you thug, I can't stand the flood, what up doc? Hold
big gun like Elmer fudd, the show shot, mister met, I'm unplugged, learn, temperatures too hot for sun block, burn, playin with minds,
and get your state time, locked behind 12 bars, from a great mine, killa bees in the club, with this ladybug, brought a sword to the
dance floor, to cut a rug, love is love for the day, till they no slug, and take another life in cold blood, can't feel me, till it's
your blood, murder rates tremendous, kind of endless, same shit different day, father forgive us, they know not what they do, all
praise is due, I'm big like easy, and big bamboo,
Chorus: What's that I didn't hear you, shut the fuck up, come on a little louder, shut the fuck up, everybody n 2 gether now, shut the
fuck up, just shut the fuck up. (x2)
Method Man: Headstrong, deckhorn, get right on, dead weight they dead wrong, let's get it on, 12 rounds of throw down, who whole crown,
protect land with full pound, limp bizkit, get around like merry-go, bust the scenario, comin through your stereo, why risk it,
lifestyles of of the prolific and gifted, 8 essential vitamins and minerals delicious, word on the street is, they bit my thesis
knocked out my front teeth is, try to taste my, actin' like they heard through the grape vine, don't feed in the baseline, to look on
frown, pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle, where'd you find that monster, she beautiful, wu-tang and limp bizkit roll on the
set kick a hole in the speaker, pull a plug and then jet
Fred Durst: Alright check, so what's it all about, where we gonna run, maybe we can meet up on the sun, discretion is advised, for the
blood of merchandise, me limpin' on the track with the method, so get the sun block, you getting one shot, until you dissolve I revolve
around everything you got, from outta no where, be pele, you be blinded by the glare, I told not to stare, now you've turned into stone,
without a microphone, now don't you forget your in the zone, so
MM: shut the fuck up,
FD: and take that shit back, cause all your shit's whack, when it's weighed out like that. Burnin' your brain like a piston, never even
knew what they were missin, and never knew the sky was falling down, wu-tang clan for the crown.
Chorus
Method Man: It was over your head all day everyday S-I-N-Y, 1-0-3-0-4, wu-tang killa bees, and the limp B-I-Z-K-I-T, you all know the
time, you all know the rhyme it ain't easy bein' greasy, in the world full of cleanliness and, you know all that other madness we gone,
peace.
Scribbling: LIMP BIZKIT! METHOD MAN! R-R-ROCK THE HOUSE Y'ALL! BRING IT ON!
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