Method Man - Method Man lyrics

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Method Man - Method Man lyrics

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man Hey you get off my cloud See 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 gets you open like a slug from the shotgun pump Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper Partner, you ain't got no wins in mi 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 ultimate legit See you all up in my a** But you don't know sh**, uh-huh What's your definition of a real emcee From what you dedicated, hey it must be me Meth-Tical, a rude 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 M-E-T, H-O-D, Man Rrrappers can't get with the style, extra wicked Rap flow is bangin' like bu*ter on a biscuit A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it Might show up, stun 'em and run 'em when they raggin' Those who test it, respect it, the method You know I can't be messed with, I'm hectic, accept it I'll break it down, I get down for my crown 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, smoked out from the mouth Other brothers got mad fly, flew south for the (winter) Hey, enter the square if you dare Without a flaw, I'm so raw that I'm rare I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair And get mine, cause she love me long time Bartender bring more wine Get in line for the M-E-T, H-O-D, Man Here I am, here I am, the Method Man Wu-Tang, k**er bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more P.L.O. Style. 1993 to '94, the rugged raw And we out