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method man - find god lyrics

uh. yeah. let me light this up so i can see what i’m thinking about. (yeah. right. i’m in. i’m here)
uh. (you either grind hard or find god
they say grind hard or find god)
wu tang. meth lab 3
(grind hard or find god. ha!
i did both let’s go)

[verse i + method mad]
yo. i need a minute let me move suh
love wu tang but my favourite member, u+god
that double u squad just as jazzy as utah
move em out no u+haul middle finger to you all (rah)
my vocal pitch right switch came up a screw ball
curve you with the change up like, i never knew y’all
racking up, chalk up the stakes then tap your cue ball
one shot peel in your roof, sound like a cute dog
step sure, dog collar where your neck go
?cret? flow i flip a dollar with no net though
explode, i hit the target where the x go
my ex though, left at the exit with no xo (uh)
take all the credit i’m a klepto +
maniac, just trying to take it back i’m (retro)
your head bobbin ’cause your neck know
now keep it moving on your left mr meth (yo)
[verse ii + intell]
back again smith, with the avatars time to bend this
beat, like i’m filling in the seat, at the dentist
defeat, will reinforce heat from ?apprentice?
now donald gotta duck ’cause these quackers want attention
not to mention if you bitter just fall back from me
run up in your state cap just all casually
you don’t want to go to war i’m raw actually
spitting since thirteen think the lord passed my genes
superhuman intelligence upper echelon veterans
the squad will stampede when he seen us riding elephants
hard to get a ticket ms perez david letterman
leave her with a cleaver and i’m coming for my measurements
rock star came from getting shot man i’ve got four
popstars, wanting me to l!ck ’em like a pop tart
rock hard when i rock the beat flip your cop car
popped y’all smoking on the finest and it’s not yours
kick your lower back oh my goodness that’s a lumbar
set your arm on fire when you realise that’s a gun bar
hip hop offence, mask on yelling “en garde”
so let’s not pretend, that i’m not here to win

[hook + iron mic + intell]
yo. you either grind hard or find god i did both (let’s go)
i ain’t talking about a pack when i ask who wants smoke (uh uh)
careful what comes out of your mouth you might choke (that’s right)
make sure you prepare when you come across the both of us
ay yo where the f+ck are you going iron mic get the f+ck back here and finish this

[verse iii + iron mic]
yo
when i walk through the hood i part the sea like noah
bow down b+tches, move cause y’all know us (let’s go)
i’m the lieutenant these n+ggas is my soldiers (i am)
your b+tch l!cking d+ck in the back of the rover (ok)
you know iron mic be hitting like balboa (that’s right)
my n+ggas got heat i’m spitting the flame thrower (woo)
my bars be real like son from cypress hill
hit em with the kufi on and called it a righteous k!ll (ok ok)
you set the trap but me i trap for real
only f+ck b+tches whose p+ssy smell like a daffodil (yeah)
you ride in a ?hired? you cry and ?defy?
i’m the absolute truth, you n+ggas is all lying (let’s go)
more fire you n+ggas got alzheimers (that’s right)
you f+cking with the greats these apes are all giants (all of ’em)
i’m so new york the flow the talk
the golden child with the knife in the chosen boy

[hook + iron mic]
yo. you either grind hard or find god i did both (let’s go)
i ain’t talking about a pack when i ask who wants smoke (uh uh)
careful what comes out of your mouth you might choke (that’s right)
make sure you prepare when you come across the both of us

- method man lyrics

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