Yo, c'mon!

Even if I died a thousand deaths

When I resurrect I'll still be Meth

The jams will still be deaf

I'm here, me and this mic-phone, we here

And they tryin' to hear nothin' cuz we had it up to here

Lyrics have no dress code

From KRS to the best mode

Hit them so cool you cats froze

Had to jump off, it's about to jump off

My niggaz speak with they hands or the gun talks

Yo RZA, you got the Clan and they wonderin' if the police

at the door, every exit is laced with C-4 about to blow

White trial, I'm passed foul

And these is like teachers in thongs they assed out

But me, the M-E-T-H- the O-D

Just the real, I can't be touched, they can't feel

The monotony when you rap, get your finger off my nut sac

Carbon copy that and send your crew the facts

Motherfucker

New and improved Wu-Tang style

Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now

Spit flames (Five mics)

BK (On site)

Bring the pain (All night)

Off the chain (Damn right)

[Scratching by RZA]

"Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth"

"Tical, yep"

"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 verses is like a third degree to young emcees

Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees

Y'all Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots

Ace up my sleeve, make up like pots and pots

So this is what it's come to (Huh?)

Makin' shots at them kids who use to punk you (Huh?)

Repititious rap shit, don't get nowhere 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 'ersus spy, eye for an I can analize the uncivilized

Make them feel alive

You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb

It's okay to beast, see the tracks on my arm

Motherfucker

New and improved Wu-Tang style

Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now

Spit flames (Five mics)

BK (On site)

Bring the pain (All night)

Off the chain (Damn right)

[Scratching by RZA]

"Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth"

"Tical, yep"

"Hmmm"

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!

[Scratching by RZA]

"Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth"

"Tical, yep"

"Hmmm" (repeat x2)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!