作词 : Cooney, Diggs, Smith
"Good. Wu Tang martial expert
There's not many, who can match up with him"
(He'll give you a heart condition
If you **** 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
Niggas 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
Niggas like, "Damn, why you want it like that?"
Cause I'm a dog and I got no love for the cat
Attitude's cold like the North polar cap
Where I do my dirt's a little further down the map
A little buck wilding, Island called Stat'
Where niggas carry gats in they Black Moon hat
Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
And you's an unknown with a faulty contract
Wake up and smell the Met-chod motha****er 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!)
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 you're leather
JACKET, a nigga with a AXE couldn't HACK IT
I spark 'em like a match
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
Niggas that I walk by, give me the eye
The moment is ****in' 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 motha****ers, 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 you can't get yourself a ten
The least you can do is **** five twos
And we out, Method)