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come onx3 yeahx4 yo yeah come on
Even if I died a thousand deaths
when I resurrect
I'll still be Meth
the jams will still def
I'm here. Me and this micphone, we here
and ain't tryin hear nothin cause we had it up to here word
lyrics have no dress code
from KRS to the Depeche Mode,kid Im so cool you catch cold
At the jump of, its about to jump off my
speak with they hands or their gun talk.
Yo RZA
We got the Clan in the front and police at the door
every exit is laced with C-4 silent t
'bout to blow OOOOOOW like trial I'm passed out
MCs is like girls in tongs, they as* out
But me the M-E-T-H-O-D just too real
I can't be touched and can't feel
the monotony of rap
take a picture of my n*tsack
Carbon copy that
and send your crew a fax
MOTHA
Chorus
new and improved Wu Tang style
turn it up now
y'all then fcK UP NOW
spit flame 5 mics
peep gameon sight
bring the pain all night
off the chain d*mn right
this the method man for short mr. meth
yox6 come on
verse 2
Even if I died a thousand deaths
when I resurrect
through my first born
my name live on
my words is like a third degree
the young MCs buzzworthy on your MTV
the killa bee
John Jacobs straight up break up
schemes and plots
ace up my sleeves bake up pies and pots
so this is what its come to huh
takin shots at dem kids who used to punk you huh
repetitious rap s**t don't get no airplay in my whip
and can't smoke wit dry lips
so chap byte my s**t I'm like Kojack
to get my flow back and 4-flat I track u down like a low jack
5 verse 5 eye for an eye can I penalize
the uncivilized , and make civilized
u know right from wrong
so know that I'm the bomb
i dope for be and see the tracks on my arm, MOTHA
chorus
yox6 come on
short interlude
this is method man for short mr.meth x3
yox6 come on
