Lyrics Release Yo' Delf - Prodigy Mix - Method Man

Check it
Check it, I'm the fucking man who they mention
Notice that other niggas rap styles is bogus
Doodoo compared to this versatile voodoo
Blazing, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, 'cause I be that household provider
Providin' the rhyme that be deep as The Poseidon Adventure
Niggas need to take they freakin' tincture
For the sickness that be spreading with the quickness
Remedies, cousin, I be doing on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink forties to they memories
Emotion, rushing through your town street vicinity
Blunt smoke in the air reveals my identity

What's that rhythm? What's that sound?
Party people gettin' down
When it hit no doubt about
Just release yo' delf!

Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
Yeah keep it movin', ya know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', ya know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', ya know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', ya know we keep it mov-rhahhrh!

"God", somebody said, "it's on" - if it isn't I'll be set
To blow a nigga up with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand if you frontin'
On any man down with the Clan, I be comin'
For the headpiece, you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial killer style from the Isles of Stat'
My peoples are you with me, where you at?
Shit's gettin' deep in here, I mean like thick
Niggas lookin' all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no more
What is it? Niggas think they bigger
Because they got their finger on the trigger of a biscuit
They don't know I'm wicked when I start to kick it
Eat they raw sound, wash it down with a Mistic
Better yet a Snapple
Nigga want the juice but he don't want the hassle
When we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple I'm coming to your town blacked out
The rental car, the pistol cocked
If you don't want to burn from the Glock
Then beware, I buck shots, meanin' what?
The buck stops here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's bein' made by who?

What's that rhythm? What's that sound?
Party people gettin' down
When it hit no doubt about
Just release yo' delf!

Keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
Yeah keep it movin', ya know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', ya know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', ya know we keep it movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', ya know we keep it mov-rhahhrh!

And keep it, and keep it, and keep it
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
Ya know we keep it, and keep it movin'

And keep it, and keep it
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin'
Ya know we keep it, and keep it movin'

And keep it, and keep it, and keep it
And keep it movin', baby, we be movin', uh
And keep it movin', baby, ya know we keep it mov-rhahhrh!