Method Man – Tical

Highly Distinguished American Rapper and songwriter, Method Man introduced another heartwarming song titled “Tical”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 01 on his top charting album project called “Tical” was officially released on 15 November 1994.

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LYRICS

What’s that shit that they be smokin? Tical, tical, tical

Pass it over here, tical, tical, tical

What’s that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical, tical, tical

Pass it over here, tical, tical, tical

Check it, I got styles, all of ’em sick

Niggaz ain’t fit to walk a mile in the dead man’s kicks

I make ’em shit about a pile, of bricks to show

He ain’t nuttin’ but another, a lone John Doe

That want to flow, here it is, comin’ up shit’s creek

I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep

and I’ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass

In a whip, with no breaks and I’m hittin’ the gas

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, take a look in the sky

Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly

‘Cause my style, dates back to hoppin’ turnstyles

Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I’ll

get severe on the double I harass it

I don’t look for trouble, I’m already trouble

Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted

Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered

By a psychopathic, way beyond an average

Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it

What’s that shit that they be smokin? Tical, tical, tical

Pass it over here, tical, tical, tical

What’s that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical, tical, tical

Pass it over here, tical, tical, tical

One two, uh, one two one two

One two, uh, one two one two

One two, uh, one two one two

Check it out

What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit

that we got is to stay high, no question

Lethal weapon, ain’t no time for half steppin’

When brothers start wettin’ everything in ya section

Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that

Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I’ll screw that

To’ up, from the flow up, don’t even show up

To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up

Is there a fuckin’ snake in my garden?

Starvin’, for a rap treat, steppin’ on my feet

Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf

In a fucked up situation, without no help

I’m not playin’, ’cause I don’t play with nobody

God damn kid, know what I’m sayin’, I’m peelin’ niggas wigs

I be sprayin’, brother with words

‘Cause I got a spit problem

Tical, tical, tical

Pass it over here, tical, tical, tical

What’s that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical, tical, tical

Pass it over here, tical, tical, tical