America's Most (feat. Redman)

Yo, welcome

This is MC sharper image

I'm standing here with my dog technology

And we are here to uplift you mind

and upgrade your systems

so come on down everyone that wants to get some

plug in and boot, and boot

[Method Man]

Yo, Yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass

I've come to eat grub and slap ass

And show my whole entire black ass

Y'all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest

Bang the loudest, can't a coward do a thing 'bout it

What the bum-ba claat like "aye carumba"

Here's my name and number, lets "La Rhumba"

Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's

How many different conclusions to come to

And my sixteen bars meth, hittin' too hard

With a total disregard for whole entourage

Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song

And hope you don't get clap upon

Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard

Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet

Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter

Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order

[Redman]

Do I get brollic

Gimme that car ill show you how to flip mileage

Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage

Skip college for the big wallet

The ape with a fire escape from the weight of a hit product

My draft is cold like miller beer

When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger's cheer

The red nigga here, and its out of control

Something like when Ron Gold' went out with Nicole

I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong

And if it ain't come back raw, you cooked it wrong

Gangsta bomb, hold your nose

At the show, ill be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed

Me and meth, 100 proof, in case y'all a biter

And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire

(Doc, where the lighter) I'm hemming them up

Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla dutch

[Hook] (with America's' most after the end of each line)

Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that

Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that

Beback , that what it all about now ,be that

We not playin' (knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin)

Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that

Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that

Beback , that what it all about now ,be that

Fuck with the meth(knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin)

[Method Man]

I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life

Trust my niggaz, sometimes for I trust my wife

Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be rushing the mic

With your guns in your left hand

Not bustin' it right

Ain't no I in the team

Ain't no eyen' my cream

I'm a semi-auto, clean

Rapid-fire machine

Cocky, six foot three with knock knees

Attract hoodrats for blocks cause I got cheese

[Redman]

yo, dude I carry cheese, but I don't flaunt it

when the towel it thrown it, you know there's grown men that spoke on it

We both want it, the Trackmasters

Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it

Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average

with the same size wheels that on a horse carriage

up in the air , spot my dudes

Rollin' over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew

[Hook] - repeat 2X