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[repeating in background:] "rock, the body - rock the body body"

Dino the specialist

Arms, yo
Meth-Tical, John do your thing thing
Check it

The all eye seein, divine
The brings out, the temper in my spine
A sound again, feelin symptoms that bit me
I feel for you victims, everything up in me (uh-huh)
A head ringa, stuffed in sidewalls of
the fuck up, cause I'm stimmi off the Remi
A semi eye, donkey dick of nuts
Every cut, I and try and felt the guts (what?)
Nigga what, speech, woofer hissin
The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's kissed em
Appropriate precaution, surroundin, certain it
I'm dumbfounded, I'm poundin, the
for mental enslavement, I'm cravin, a misbehavin
the grave for gun wavers (what?)
The runners, what the blood seed again
Make you wonder, about the underneath the skin (hmm)
The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your
right timin, bite with vampire rhymes

[Method
Hmm, eye spy, my crooked eye
Full metal soldiers, born to die
Put em up yeah fuck yeah, when it's
niggaz can't be touched here, the and livin
Night vision unseen, Jean
I hack men The Unforgiven, left in prison
in the dirty dungeon, now you succumbin
to my twelve dirty dozens, flabbergasted
by tracks be Tru Mastered, opposites attract
beef plus ass backwards, stick yourself
til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein
hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt
What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet
I walk the Underground Railroad, with
a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like alien
About to put shit up in em, I Can't Live
Without My Radio, a 100 and Runnin
T2 comin, nobody's safe
I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase
when the coppers chase, I give em finger
The hip-hop singer, to tell America
to kiss his Killer Bee stinger, nothin can ya
from this misbehavior, heavy hands
layin corners in the elevator, your grill

I speculate, get my straight, don't exaggerate
Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the
set the bait, checkmate, fuckin cha mental state
take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate
Big boys integrate; you at the sess skate
Army tank, high rank, got the
Got the shank talk the walk the walk from New York
to Up to downstate to L.A., to all day
To cliches to instant replays, to all the
To in the PJ's, equality days
money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead
The dog bred, runnin from red, catch dead
Raekwon is on, your uniform, we perform
shit like gangs in Now Born, for new Don
Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the
We never were conned, out and knowledge born

[repeat til fade:] ("Rock, the body body - rock the body")