[Intro Music: Modest Mussorgsky's Pictures at an Exhibition]
[Intro 1: Kung fu movie samples]
*sounds of fighting*
"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time
En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style."
"I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then!"
[Intro 2: Method] + (and others)
From the tip top?
(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the f**'s up with light dude?)
Yup, one two (no doubt, no doubt)
One two one two
Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeah, we gon' be up in that)
Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that sh** up)
Ah one two yo, check me out
[Hook: Method Man]
What's that sh** that they be smokin'? Tical... tical, tical
Pa** it over here... tical... tical, tical
What's that sh** you n***as smokin'? Tical... tical, tical
Pa** it over here... tical... tical, tical
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Check it, I got styles, all of 'em sick
n***as ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks
I make em sh** about a pile of bricks to show
He ain't nothing but a number, unknown John Doe
That wanna flow, here it is, coming up sh**'s creek
I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep
And I'mma grow, like a rash on ya nasty a**
In a whip, with no brakes and I'm hitting the gas
It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky
Method Man on some sh**, n***as call me The Fly
Cause my style, dates back to hopping turnstyles
Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll
Get severe on the double I hara** it
I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble
Ya ba*tard, check the wicked flows that I crafted
I'm another deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it
[Hook]
[Break: Method Man]
One two, uh, one two one two
One two, uh, one two one two
One two, uh, one two one two
Check it out
[Verse 2: Method Man]
What goes off? What goes on? The Meth sh**
That we got is to stay high, no question
Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half stepping'
When brothers start wettin' everything in ya section
Move that, n***as came strapped, should've knew that
Do dat, p**y cat rap, boy, I'll screw that
To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up
To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up
Is there a f**ing snake in my garden?
Starvin' for a rap treat, steppin' on my feet
Pardon your delf, before ya find your delf
In a f**ed up situation, without no help
I'm not playin', cause I don't play with nobody
God damn kid, know what I'm sayin', I'm peeling n***as wigs
I be sprayin' brothers with words
Cause I gotta spit proper
[Hook]
[Method Man]
One two uh, one two one two
One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your bu*t, yeah baby f**in with tical)
(yeah n***as better recognize... tical...)