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Throwback to then Method Man & Redman collaborated on "Fire Ina Hole".

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Twenty-one years ago, Method Man and Redman delivered what may be the greatest non-group collaborative album of all time in Blackout! Though that claim is certainly arguable, the fact that Red and Meth's debut joint endeavour has since earned classic status is absolute.

And while much has been made of "Da Rockwilder," the sixteen-track Blackout! is lined with lyrically dexterous hits and iconic production from Erick Sermon, RZA, Mathematics, and more.

One of the highlights arrives by way of the closing track "Fire Ina Hole," a frantic duet produced by longtime Wu-Tang veteran Mathematics.

"Game commences, third-string rappers play the benches," raps Meth, setting off his opening verse.

"Reload, there'll be no repentance for souls, just life sentence with no chance for parole." Matching his stride with a sneering swagger is Reggie Noble, who lines his own verse with plenty of outlandish villany.

"Naw dawg, a broad got to be a hussy, a hoodrat that ride like the "Bride of Chucky," he raps.

"Walk through my hood, your jewels they scream tug me." Method Man & Redman - Fire Ina Hole (prod.

Mathematics) Lyrics.

[Intro: Method Man] C'mon C'mon, state your business C'mon, let's make it hot C'mon (word) let's make it hot C'mon, let's make it hot C'mon, let's make it hot (Hardcore, to make them brothers act fools) C'mon! C'mon! [Verse 1: Method Man] With all due respect to the game, I'm the P-H-enom Not ready for prime time, be-yond, extinction Change your way of thinkin, or be-gone Fast the fuck out, somethin stinkin Could it be the skunk, or could it be that body in the trunk Of my Lincoln, Continental style pop the pussy like a pimple I'm fed up, I put it in your ear and fuck ya head up Turnin up the temperature, hold them kids that entered the 36th, master mix shit Biohazardous, pretentious Do it for the chemically imbalanced State your business, pay me at the door I am Man, hear me roar on twelve inches Shell shocked soldier in the trenches Fire in the hole {*rocket fire*} game commences Third string rappers play the benches Reload, there'll be no repentance for souls Just life sentence, with no chance for parole And that's real [Chorus: Method Man (Redman)] Fire in the hole (yo, fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole Fire in the hole..

(Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!! Fire in the hole [Verse 2: Redman] Yes, yes, yes..

yo yo, yo Gundowned at sundown Run now from the bucks sound, touchdown Your crew wanna punt now? Punk BLAOW Swimmin trunks torn up from the huntdown Brakes lock em up now, a rich bitch knock em up now A plucked out eyebrow gal Naw dawg, a broad got to be a huzzy A hoodrat that ride like the "Bride of Chucky" Walk through my hood, your jewels they scream "Tug me" Mind revolve' to reload like a SCSI Doc, Da Bigfoot out for da SQUOOSH Shell shocked like I'm six months in the bush Fire in the hole! {*rocket fire*} Hikin in the snow With forty motherfuckers expirin the globe Footprints of Timbs and Wallabee soles We case the place like Barnaby Jones, homes Lay it down like plats in ya hair Ride off withcha money, then clap in the air! [Chorus: Method Man (Redman)] Fire in the hole (yo, fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole Fire in the hole..

(Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!! Fire in the hole [Verse 3: Method Man] This is for dem niggas on Da Bricks, holdin down they block For my nigga Carlton Fisk a kid who stay up in the box Ain't no christmas -- ever since Santa scratched my name Off the giftlist, shit ain't been the same since "The Pain" No forgiveness, dead man talkin bout he lifted I'm livid, hands around the throat of a critic Yo Doctor, prescribe me a drug that can knock a Mule on his ass, take the blast out Binaca For real doe, Arsenic Production that kill slow Your eardrums, like a happy hooker with a dildo I spas, on anyone who show his ass I got the mob with me plus a full tank of gas [Verse 4: Redman] Yo yo when Me and Meth swarm, you need a net to cover you Turn the rap game into W-C-W Off the rope I hangglide to the throat Straight beef without french fries and a Coke "Doc's Da Name", da burglar, I serve ya The "Lethal 5" from Riggs and Murtaugh Then SKRRRT out my whip with ran down tires With a chicken I met who hand out fliers Look, I'm an Aries, I don't have it My crew large enough to walk and cause traffic Bounce like boxsprings on your Kraftmatic Before you be suin Doc for malpractice You couldn't bang from start Your girl see you beat up and shit, get a change of heart Flaming darts is spittin, name the mark My impact tore JFK plane apart {*BOOM*} [Chorus: Method Man (Redman)] Fire in the hole (yo, fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole Fire in the hole..

(Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole! Fire in the hole (Fire in the hole!) Fire in the hole!! Fire in the hole [Outro: Method Man (Redman) Yo, yo, yo ..

(fire in the hole) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Mr.

Meth, ha ha Funk Doctor, ha ha Mathematics, on the track, ha, hah..

For my niggas in Da Bricks, ha For my niggas on Shaolin, ha Worldwide..

(To my whole crew, P-P-C!!!! Hahahahahhhhh) Fire Ina Hole


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