What the Beat
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Niggas is like, "Oh My God! Not you!"
Yes! I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M.E.F. Man's obsessed
With sex, drugs and rock & roll, new TECs and calicos!
Word has it we move mathematic on rappers who don't add up
You get broke, battered and slapped up
8 million stories in the Nekkid, call yo' man Method
Straight guerrilla, iller nigga kill a murder record
My verbal shooter does it to ya
The 16-bar Ruger, bustin' your funky dope maneuvers
But I'm not ya Super Lover Cee, I'm the Super Sperm
Splash it on your skin, rub it in like it's Lubriderm
10 outta 10, I be the men of all men, I mean the
Crème de la crème or schemer, sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima
True, Professional 2 (DJ Clue!)
Now that Bush is President, nigga, we all through! (Word!)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Yeah, it's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder
Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder
'Cause I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy to crazy people
To make 'em believe I'm crazy, so they can relate to me
And maybe believe in Shady, so they can be evil, baby, I like that!
I'm only as crazy as people made me
Believe me, they'd be just as many mutherfuckin' murderers
And heroin users without Marilyn's music
But I figure, I make my music, I don't care if you use it
To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it!
Now the parents are suin' 'cause little Darren is screwin' Karen and Susan
'Cause I told him to do it on Clue's new shit
Now it's all ruined, the whole world is fucked up
'Cause of me, two 12-year old girls is knocked up
My attitude's 'Fuck it!' like Pac's was at one point
Wanna come join? Pick up a Glock and just point
Now everybody's killin' everybody and everybody's bloody
And I'm just laughin' like it's funny
'Cause I don't really give a shit about no-motherfuckin'-body
I'm so motherfuckin' nutty, I don't give a fuck about nothin'!
[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]
My wrist is water and freezer mix
This is Audio Jesus, the repent shit gets big
Keep a sharp-like knife in a pop device
So "Duro, you gotta let it bump!", I came from a hard knock life
They say this kid be rude like this can't be true
I'll suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed
Vampire, sun go down, I'm still wildin'
Bullets travel through the Air In The Night like Phil Collins
Rock City, baby, knife through your throat 'til you're broke
Rise from the underground like sewer smoke
It's all shifty, I got all of my dogs with me
And they all rich and still all of they palms itchy
We'll pump, rumble over birds, jungle urge
Walkin' like we talkin' drunk, while we stumble over words
Clue *inhale*, Duro *inhale*, Slim *inhale*, Meth *inhale*
5'9" *inhale*, Hold up, breath!
[Chorus: Method Man, Eminem & Royce da 5'9"]
It's just, Mr. Meth and DJ Clue
I ain't crazy, I just do what the beat say do
It's just, Slim Shady and DJ Clue
I ain't evil, I just do what the beat say do
Uhh, uhh, Royce 5'9" and DJ Clue
I ain't bad, I just do what the beat say do
[Outro: DJ Clue]
DJ Clue! Desert Storm!
Come on, man!!!