Yo, c`mon!
Even if I died a thousand deaths
When I resurrect I`ll still be Meth
The jams will still be deaf
I`m here, me and this mic-phone, we here
And they tryin` to hear nothin` cuz we had it up to here
Lyrics have no dress code
From KRS to the best mode
Hit them so cool you cats froze
Had to jump off, it`s about to jump off
My niggaz speak with they hands or the gun talks
Yo RZA, you got the Clan and they wonderin` if the police
at the door, every exit is laced with C-4 about to blow
White trial, I`m passed foul
And these is like teachers in thongs they assed out
But me, the M-E-T-H- the O-D
Just the real, I can`t be touched, they can`t feel
The monotony when you rap, get your finger off my nut sac
Carbon copy that and send your crew the facts
Motherfucker
1- New and improved Wu-Tang style
Turn it up now, y`all done fucked up now
Spit flames (Five mics)
BK (On site)
Bring the pain (All night)
Off the chain (Damn right)
2- [Scratching by RZA]
Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth
Tical, yep
Hmmm
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c`mon!
Even if I died a thousand deaths
When I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives on
My verses is like a third degree to young emcees
Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees
Y`all Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots
Ace up my sleeve, make up like pots and pots
So this is what it`s come to (Huh?)
Makin` shots at them kids who use to punk you (Huh?)
Repititious rap shit, don`t get nowhere play ya mouth whip
And niggaz can`t smoke wit` dry lips so chapped
Bite my shit, I`m like Kojack to get my flow back
in fo` flat, I track you down like a low jack
Spy `ersus spy, eye for an I can analize the uncivilized
Make them feel alive
You know right from wrong, so know I`m the bomb
It`s okay to beast, see the tracks on my arm
Motherfucker
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c`mon!
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c`mon!