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Mpmania Mix 39

Mpmania Mix 39

Conway – Lemon (ft. Method Man) (Audio, Lyrics)

Conway drops “Lemon” featuring Method Man. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download the song produced by Daringer & Beat Butcha.

Conway Lemon

Conway Lemon

Conway The Machine has easily been one of the game’s most consistent emcees, and his run hasn’t even reached its apex yet. Consider that he’s still got a pair of projects on the way — at a minimum — with From King To A God and his Shady Records debut God Don’t Make Mistakes on the way. Today, Conway came through to drop off a new single from the former, which happens to be one of the hardest tracks we’ve heard in a minute. What else do you expect when you pair Conway The Machine with Method Man, who boasts one of the sharpest flows in the Wu-Tang collective.

Their first collaboration “Lemons” is exactly what you’d hope for, with both emcees taking to a grimy and twisted banger. Over spooky pianos and wailing organ samples, Conway saunters through the track completely unfazed by the violence; you can all but smell the gunsmoke through the speakers. Method Man matches The Machine’s stride with little effort, locking into a razor-focused flow-scheme and carrying that momentum through his entire verse.

Conway – Lemon (ft. Method Man) (prod. Daringer & Beat Butcha)

Lyrics

[Intro: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, uh
Griselda
Brr, brr, uh

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, play my position, in the kitchen, I’m workin’
Whip it, baggin’ half in fifties, hit the strip and I serve it (Uh huh)
If it’s an issue, trust, I’m comin’ to get with you in person (I’m pullin’ up, nigga)
With the extendo, throwin’ at you ’til I flip the suburban (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
All my businesses flourish, I’m on my way to my yacht
I put a six on the dock like Julius Erving (Hahahaha)
Damn, I know my nigga’s sisters is hurtin’, he caught a new case
But got his sentences concurrent, that ain’t get him discouraged
Got another homie in prison for murder (Free my nigga)
He would let his gun clap and fire at anyone that would try it (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Watchin’ his baby mothers cry, I got numb, I can’t lie
His mama ain’t shed a tear, she know that come with this life
Thought about it, his kids was young when son got the time
Won’t see his daughter graduate, can’t teach his son how to drive
Now you see where I get this ambition from and this drive
The Machine, I’m iller than anyone that’s alive (Anybody, nigga)
Look, bought the Benz truck and the Maybach with no lights (Hah)
And straight from dealership, not from the auction with the low prices (Hah)
A long way from sellin’ white and runnin’ from the po-lices (Uh)
You niggas know who flow nicest, raise the bar like coke prices (Talk to ’em)
Fronted the homie, caught a joint, he stopped answerin’
Been my nigga since grammar school, I don’t know how to handle it
Flee said, “You leave them knots in your chest, they gon’ turn to cancer then”
In other words, he sayin’ don’t let it slide, you gotta handle it (You gotta get that nigga)

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Let that lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze (Hahaha)
Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Don’t tell my niggas stay safe, tell ’em to stay dangerous (Stay dangerous, nigga)
Auntie hit that stem, almost fainted
Fiends love me in every ghetto, nigga, I’m famous (I’m famous)
Have some young boys pull up, do you heinous (Boom, boom, boom)
Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze (Brr)
Lemon squeeze, lemon squeeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Capone-N-Noreaga watchin’ CNN
Black whip, black tint, y’all ain’t seein’ in
It’s Con and Meth, spread the word, boy, you seein’ ’em
No seein’ ’em, these rappers in the scope, you’ll never see an M
Killa Bees back in the building with Machine and ’em (Uh huh)
We creamin’ ’em with pockets of dirty money, I’m clean again
Ain’t gotta tell you I’m dope, just stick the needle in
The goose is Off-White, big enough to fit this Eagle in
Tis’ the season then, why ask why? I has my reasons, and
My birds don’t need no seasonin’, Meth ODin’ this evening
Now ask yourself, is that really air that you breathin’ in? (Ah)
I think outside the box, then I find a box I can keep ’em in
Or just leave it then, like the bouncer, won’t let your people in
People said they want that old Meth, well, this the prequel then
I get medieval, some people won’t make the prequel then (Ah)
Leave ’em in the fetal position, F it, I’m leavin’ ’em
I use the system, you cowards use euphemisms (Uh huh)
Women call me Super Daddy, my powers is supervision, who
Gave you permission to speak? To learn, you listen
Learn to listen to a different MC, you’ll learn the difference
In addition, if you miss an MC, sign this petition
Get a fraction of that faction, subtracted by my division, uh
I’m a boss, so that means I make decisions
Slash villain, I will kill an MC to make a livin’, yeah

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