Yo, c'mon!

Even if I died a thousand deaths

When I resurrect I'll still be Meth

The jams will still be def

I'm here, me and this mic-phone, we here

And ain't tryin' to hear nothin' cuz we had it up to here

(What?)

Lyrics have no dress code (yeah)

From KRS to Depeche Mode

Hit them so cool you cats cold

Had to jump off, it's about to jump off

My niggaz speak with they hands or the gun talk

Yo RZA, we got the Clan in the front and police at the door

Every exit is laced with C-4 about to blow

Life trial I'm passed out

MC's is like bitches in thongs - they assed out

But me, the M-E-T-H- the O-D

Just too real, I can't be touched and can't feel

The monotony in rap, take a picture of my nut sac

Carbon copy that and send your crew a fax

Motherfucker



[1 - New and improved Wu-Tang style]

Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now

Spit flames (Five mics)

Peep game (On site)

Bring the pain (All night)

Off the chain (Damn right)



[2 - Scratching by RZA]

"It's the Method Man for short Mister Meth"

"Tical-lion"

"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 words is like a third degree to young emcees

Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees

John Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots

Ace up my sleeve, bake up pies in pots

So this is what it's come to (Huh?)

Lickin' shots at them kids that used to punk you (Huh?)

Repetitious rap shit, don't get no air 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 verse spy, eye for an eye can I penalize the uncivilized

Make 'em civilized

You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb

Who don't beef for beats, see the tracks on my arm

Motherfucker



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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!



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[Repeat 2]

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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon