Intro: Redman      Hahahahahaaa   follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow   I'ma follow...    Just do what ya feel and we gon follow   Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)   Haha, Meth-Tical      Verse One: Method Man, Redman      Who wanna flip with the acrobatic   From ground zero all the way to attic, what we be smokin, Tical   The resevoir is now open   I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style   We hold court and blow trial   You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now   Man's down, hands down   Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart   to my fucking heart   Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word   Time Time 4 Sum Aksion   Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin   I'm throwin wrestling holds   Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot   If it don't hip it don't hop      If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life      I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through   that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule   Better move with a set of tools   I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual   I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters   when I slaughter don't get caught in the water   Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order   Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her   Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease   Did more drugs than pharmacies   So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare   Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities   Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority   of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority   And when my nigga Meth shine   out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time      [Erick Sermon] Redman and Method Man still...   (hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)   It's that Jersey representer   Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter   Word...      Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)   Funk Doc break it down      Verse Two: Redman, Method Man      Yo, suck my dick out of animosity   The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery   to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies   And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy   Impossibly might be the one in black leather   Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'   The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit   Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her   Three years for carrying a loaded handgun   But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one   to your cranium   That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian   (Yo watch you say to him!)   You caught up in a tight situation   I should start erasin your whole organization for makin   wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement   You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent   Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger   Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack   I peel caps, on the regular   Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator   Fuck you, your label moms and your editor   Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin   all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin   Bitches hit me off more than New Edition   (tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)   I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique   So Iron Lung [born to wonder]   Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin      We moonshine and grow crops   Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin   these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions   U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin   Next in, line, parental discretion advised   these explicit, street linguistics   Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin   I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it   Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid   Color-safe bleach so I don't fade   Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp   get yo' bandaids hold that   Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at   On the case like I'm Kojak   Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits   Raider Ruckus   One, I come with premeditated redrum   Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums   Bottom line either get down or get done   Motherfucker.