Method Man – Ruckus In B Minor lyrics

It's the ODB kid, once again coming through your area
And I'm going to tell you one time, you gon' love this

I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choice
Die Hard's on the bars, 80's love in the voice
Morphine flow, numbing your joints
Bomb a nigga like he number 81 from Detroit
Zombie life, World War Z
Antidote to your virus, your highness, the world on me
Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis
So deadly, I don't make it rain, I snow heavy
Sick lane, Nic Cage how I ride with fire
Forever with bars, sort of like a lifer
With the Son of Anarchy, I be Breaking Bad
Walkin' Dead, day dreamin' of making a band
Dancin' With the Stars, American Idol
Meets the Mentalist with the Big Bang Theory

Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one
Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

The most duplicated, anticipated, validated
Urban legends in the books with the ones who made it
Highly celebrated, everything was work related
Current top 40 got the Wu deep in all their business
20 years Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pennant
Monumental stance on the cover with my co-defendants
Drop her sentence, in remembrance
Construct these jewels so they can live through my descendants

Youngin', I can see your draws, pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself a man until you man up
And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up
This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up
And I don't care run in the city when the summer come
Yes, I'm a don, Wu forever, and we're still number one

Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

Picture a nigga on the strip gettin' rich off the drug shit
Puttin' other niggas on, teachin' ‘em thug shit
Then they want stick 'em up, then they want slugs quick
Hood type niggas always living that crime life
Jealous ass grimy-ass niggas seein' the limelight
Slimy old nigga like fucking your man’s wife
Full of shit, he use the word brother, he man dyke

Yo, I spin my web all across New York
Get it out out in all types of ice that you sport
One chain, two chain, three chain, four
Niggas mouth's drop like the leaves in the fall
Tone got that WBC
I take off heavy in air ballons and land in the Fiji's
That's my bird and that's my word
You faggots keep fuckin' around get curbed

Forms circles like the rings of Saturn
Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern
Then this fascinating picture has emerged from surface
A wonder of the young world with an urgent purpose
A wild fire engulfing every home
It's history, chiseled and carved in every stone
A workshop where skills are learned
Handcrafted and drafted, written works our main concern
Urban center provided with a social structure
And a curious culture full of superconductors
Each stain is part of a scene with
Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen
Spell bounding, marvelous and it's surrounding
Viewpoints remain the same, it's all astounding
A place where the forgotten art is so powerful
A striking image is something that's so valuable

GZA, this is called Ruckus In B Minor
Rae, all those bad times is behind us
Ghost, put that mask on to remind us
Method Man let 'em know who's New York's finest

Youngin', I can see your draws, pull your pants up
Can't even call yourself a man until you man up
And if you call yourself a fan you need to stand up
This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up
And I don't care run in the city when the summer come
Yes, I'm a don, Wu forever, and we're still number one

Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one
My recipe is A1 remarkable with my mixture
Rainman mathematician, this city slicker
Finest threads cover my frame, the cloths of royalty
Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders
We live free and achieve more
But first we gotta win with no stale mate
The all eye seeing is victorious biz to the sound man

All my trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth
Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot
My knowledge one twenty poof, let's tear the roof off
Let's spray, NMSTA
King I love, love club, pack stadium rock
I hold the mic snug, split a slug
Black ninja, mask and gloves

Still number one, still number one