Yo, c'mon!
  Even if I died a thousand deaths
  When I resurrect I'll still be Meth
  The jams will still be def
  I'm here, me and this mic-phone, we here
  And ain't tryin' to hear nothin' cuz we had it up to here
  (What?)
  Lyrics have no dress code (yeah)
  From KRS to Depeche Mode
  Hit them so cool you cats cold
  Had to jump off, it's about to jump off
  My niggaz speak with they hands or the gun talk
  Yo RZA, we got the Clan in the front and police at the door
  Every exit is laced with C-4 about to blow
  Life trial I'm passed out
  MC's is like bitches in thongs - they assed out
  But me, the M-E-T-H- the O-D
  Just too real, I can't be touched and can't feel
  The monotony in rap, take a picture of my nut sac
  Carbon copy that and send your crew a fax
  Motherfucker
    [1 - New and improved Wu-Tang style]
  Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now
  Spit flames (Five mics)
  Peep game (On site)
  Bring the pain (All night)
  Off the chain (Damn right)
    [2 - Scratching by RZA]
  "It's the Method Man for short Mister Meth"
  "Tical-lion"
  "Hmmm"
    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
  Even if I died a thousand deaths
  When I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives on
  My words is like a third degree to young emcees
  Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees
  John Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots
  Ace up my sleeve, bake up pies in pots
  So this is what it's come to (Huh?)
  Lickin' shots at them kids that used to punk you (Huh?)
  Repetitious rap shit, don't get no air play ya mouth whip
  And niggaz can't smoke wit' dry lips so chapped
  Bite my shit, I'm like Kojack to get my flow back
  In fo' flat, I track you down like a low jack
  Spy verse spy, eye for an eye can I penalize the uncivilized
  Make 'em civilized
  You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb
  Who don't beef for beats, see the tracks on my arm
  Motherfucker
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    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
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    Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!