Method Man
Tical
Method Man (Remix)
[Method Man]
Phat, dove, sack
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey you get off my cloud
Hear me get raw with my southpaw style
Mover, puffin on a fat blunt from Cuba
It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the buddha
Monk on the hunt for machine gun funk
I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk
Double barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper
Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa
Straight up, you movin too fast so baby wait up
Took one, added seven more now you eight up
Get on down wit your bad self
Get on down, listen to the sound, come on
Few can ever get this whole commit legit
See you all up in my dick
But you don't know shit, uh-huh
What's your definition of a real MC
Someone true and dedicated, hey it must be me
Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop
I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop
Give me the green light, and the sign one way
Have you had your Meth today, huh
Move it in, move it out
Stick it in, pull it out
Shake it up, shake it down
Come on down, Meth-Tical
Oh I hope and pray that I will
But today I am still
Just a...
The M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Rappers can't get with the style extra wicked
Rap flow is bangin like butter on a biscuit
A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin to have it
Mic show up, don't let me run em when they rap it
Those who tested respected the Method
They know I can't be bested, I'm hectic accept it
I break it down, I gets down for my crowd
Filthy, dirty like a worm underground
Tryin to avoid the early bird, that's my word
Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick em to the curb
Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth
Other brothers got mad love Wu style from the hood, hey
Enter the square if you dare
Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real
I'm goin to the country, I'm goin to the fair
To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair
And get mine, cuz she love me long time
Bartender bring more wine
Get in line for the
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
Wu-Tang Killer Bees on a swarm
It ain't safe no more
P.L.O. style
1993 to '94, the rugged raw
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