Methods

[VERSE 1: Charizma]
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 Rap battles, I saw MC's goin at it
 Crews playin new records, I arrived and caused static
 From Frisco to Oakland like Bronx to Manhattan
 You know what's happenin, Charizma style of rappin
 Hey yo B, you know your man Kwan that's 10 feet tall?
 He should drop the mic and pick up a basketball
 Ah yes y'all, mad love to my crew, everyone's real cool
 All we wanna do is to be in a record pool
 Ah yes y'all, this is my design to make my niggas rewind
 Labels pull crimes, it's time for me to resign
 The style's deep even when we fall asleep
 Dreamin of the usual - a rap beat
 I got class with my math, so remember this
 If you're not down you're expelled off my premises
 I come with bombs when the scene is loud and hectic
 I'm clean cut and suave, the dapper type, man I got methods
 [Roxanne Shanté:] (Rap so strong and rap so def)
 [VERSE 2: Charizma]
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 I got you and your crew peepin me out and starin
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 Maybe this is something you're not accustomed to hearin
 I'm comin through clownin, takin titles and much clout
 And when I'm rollin dice I got my boys on the lookout
 It's just Charizma with the Nikes, Charizma with the knocks
 Charizma on stage is Charizma sure to rock
 So check it out party people in the place
 The newest car I ever had was a '78
 I'm straight rollin in my bucket with my boys at ease
 And when I see a liquor store I think of ten g's
 I'm just fanatic with these rhymes, you can't read em, though
 Young kid, you're not ready for torpedos
 Just wait until my moms hears this jam
 She'll say I have to scram but she has to take me for what I am
 When I need someone to talk to for insight
 I see what's in sight, and that's lovely girls tonight
 I got methods
 [VERSE 3: Charizma]
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 I got rappers takin votes, it's a rappin debate
 I make my speech and announce the winner at the studio live at 8
 So [? ] applause
 This is just a rhyme from page 74
 As far as girls, yeah, they know me, they talk about Colby
 But Colby ain't got nothin on me, I rap in Dolby
 So hey world, open your eyes to the wack
 Cause when the goin gets rap the wack get off my track
 And that's black
 Who said that real hip-hop don't sell
 Me and my whole crew bought two copies of Raising Hell
 Just the other day there was a contest with ten MC's
 Mad lookin wack wearin Lee's and cock dies
 I was like okay, so I gave it a bay
 Now those MC's ain't got nothing but their ex-girls to blame
 I got methods