Artista: Nonpoint
  Canción: Tribute

Come on, come on!
That's right
Nonpoint
Grim in the house
Let me hear that shit
Know what I mean?
Uh! 'Bout to lay this fuckin' track
Here - we - go
Come on!

Once upon a time, not long ago,
When people wore pajamas, and lived life slow,
When laws were stern and justice stood, 
And people were behavin' like they ought to good, 
There lived a little boy, that was misled, 
By another little boy, and this is what he said, check it: 
"Me and you kid, we gonna make some cash, 
robbin\' old folks and makin\' a dash", 
They did the job, money came with ease, 
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease, 
He robbed another (stickemup!) and another (stickemup!) and a sista (stickemup!) and her brotha (stickemup!), 
tried to rob a man who was a D.C. undercover
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic, he said 
I got you all in check
Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah, come on!
Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah, come on!
Yah Yah Yah, Yah Yah, come on!
Yah Yah Yah, 
When I step up in the place
You know I step correct
Woo-ha! Got you all in check
Got the head nod shit
Make you break your neck
Woo-ha! Got you all in check
And you know we come down
Wreck the discotheque
Woo-ha! Got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air 
Don\'t ever disrespect
Woo-ha!
Got you all in check
Yo! (Whassup?) Which muthafucka stole my flow?!
Eenie....meenie miney mo
Throw that type of nigga right out the window
Blast your ass hit you with my direct blow
Bo!! Coming through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars movie deal like Han Solo
Make you bounce around like this was calypso
Always shine cause I got the high pro glow
You think that you can hide you think you can lay low
Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0
Mad out with my dreads in my kango
Forget the Moet nigga just, pass the Cisco!
Yo!! Take a trip down to Mexico
Come back with that shit that might make you psycho
Maximum frequencies through that stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy I got to go (Say what?!)

Yo, where you go, where you at, bring it back!

Big props to all my people on the hip-hop scene
Goin' fast and mean with afro-sheen
My inspiration from youth, killer bee got loose
...

M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man

Hey! You! Get off my cloud!
Let me get raw with my southpaw style!
Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba
It\'s the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I\'m the buddha
Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes
I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk
Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper
Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa
Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up!
Took one, added seven more now you eight up!
Get on down wit' your bad self
Get on down, listen to the sound, come on
Few can ever get this whole commit legit
See you all up in my dick
But you don't know shit, uh-huh
What\'s your definition of a real MC
From what you dedicated, hey it must be me
Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant from the loud hip-hop
I goes on to the break of dawn, it just don't stop
Give me the green light, and the sign one way
Alive, what you got to say, come on
Move it in, move it out
Stick it in, pull it out
Shake it up, shake it down
Come on y'all, Meth-Tical
I hope and pray that I will
But today I am still
Just a...

M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
Break yo'self, nigga! (Get the fuck up!)
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
M-E-T-H-O-D, Man
Man
Man
Man
M-E-T-H-O-D... Bitch!