"Good.. Wu-Tang martial expert
There`s not many, who can match up with him"
(He`ll give you a heart condition
if you fuck around like that there
Tell you it ain`t no good for the bloodstream
You know god damn whatever and uhh
it`s dumb and big -- it`s DUMB AND BIG)
Mira, Meth-Tical comin through with the suu
(Lie in cut for y`all)
Check it out
Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
in your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee`s on ya back
I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack
You want it all? Yeah I want it all like THAT
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
Niggaz like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" (Why is that?)
Cause I`m a dog, and I got no love for the cat (uhh)
Attitude`s cold like the North polar cap
Where I do my dirt`s a little further down the map (Is that so?)
A little buckwhylin, Island called Stat`
Where niggaz carry gats in they Black Moon hat
Now I`m mad known for the bones and the rap
And youse an unknown with a faulty contract
Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfucker contact
Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack
An Indian giver and I`m out to take it back
Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
A runaway train that be runnin on ya track
That`s how it`s goin down, yeah, it`s goin down like that
I gets my thang in action
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! Tell em what`s happenin!
(What`s happenin?
I`ll tell yo` ass what`s happenin
Tell em what`s happenin
It`s goin on out here - brothers ain`t got no peers
and they smokin funny - shuddup yo` damn mouth!)
[Method Man]
I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
Spot ya twenty points and you still can`t score
NUTTIN - cause you ain`t got no points in this game
Kid you FRONTIN - I`m home run hittin, you be buntin
Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together
When I`m good, I`m good, when bad, I`m better
You want it? Whatever - I`ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
JACKET, a nigga with a AXE couldn`t HACK IT
I spark em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back it`s the Met-chod, say it loud
I`m the Met-chod, Man - clap yo` hands, now check it
See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin flicks
While my physical brother came through and got me lift
Niggaz, that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is fuckin me up, killin my high
Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I`m fearsome
Basically THAT, I`m all of THAT, and then some
While I, was out on tour, goin beserk
I heard you was at the sandbox and kickin DIRT
All on my name but you can`t pull my file
YOU DON`T KNOW ME, AND YOU DON`T KNOW MY STYLE
Comin out dere like dat dere, YEAHHHH
Even Grizzly Adams couldn`t bear
(Ahhheheh, I taught the boy everything he KNOW
Go on you bad motherfuckers
See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite
Everybody needs to love Dolemite
I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
Hey, how you doin nigga, I know you
Knowin I didn`t when I did
Meth-Tical
Shiiit, I told the boy
If ya can`t get yourself a ten
The least you can do is spark five two`s
And we out, Method)
