[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...)