by request: Method Man pt 1
NINJA-X
Here's the first part of the Method Man lyrics. Now, I got these from
Flash's site. But these are my versions of them, and they're all
updated. So if ya have a WWW site, add em! I'll be getting one soon,
and I'll put lyrics to lotsa artists (NWA, Boot Camp, Def Squad,
Alkaholics, Native Tongues, Wu, and other of my favorite artists).
If anybody wants me to post my versions of Wu-Tang lyrics or
Gravediggaz lyrics, let me know. Working on Dre next...
Ninja
Artist: Method Man
Album: Tical
Song: Tical
Intro
What's that shit that they be smokin? (tical, tical, tical)
Pass it over here (tical, tical, tical)
What's that shit they they be smokin? (tical, tical, tical)
Pass it over here (tical, tical, tical)
Verse One
Check it,
I got styles, all of em sick
Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kick
I make em shit about the pow
Or breaks the show
He ain't nuttin but another,
A lone John Doe
That wanna flow
Here it is,
Comin up shit's creek
I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, see
And I'm a grow,
Like a rash on ya nasty ass
In a whip with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas
It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky
Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me the fly
Cause my style dates back to hop-and-turn styles
Make em fear
If ya cootie in the chair, you can bet I'll
Get some beer, on the doubt I won't harass it
I don't look for trouble,
I'm already trouble,
Ya BASTARD!
Check the wicked flows that I crafted
I'm another deadly venom style to be mastered
By a psychopathic
Wait he on an average Joe,
With a hellafied flow
Do ya have it?
Chorus
What's that shit that they be smokin? (oh my god) (tical, tical)
Pass it over here (tical, tical, tical)
What's that shit that they be smokin? (tical, tical, tical)
Pass it over here (tical, tical, tical)
Verse Two
Check it out,
What goes off?
What goes on?
The method that we gots is
To stay HIGH
No question
Lethal Weapon
Ain't no time for half steppin
When brothers start wettin everything in ya section
Move that,
Niggas came strapped,
Shoulda do that, do that
Pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that
Toe-up, from the flow up
You don't even show up
To the BATTLE,
I heard you rattle now hold up,
Is there a fuckin snake in my garden?
Starvin for a rap treat
Steppin on my feet
Pardon ya delf
Before ya find yo delf
In a FUCKED UP situation
Without no help
I'm not playin,
Cause I don't play with nobody,
Goddamn kid
Know what I'm sayin
I'm peelin niggas wigs
I be sprayin
Brother with words,
Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM
Chorus
Artist: Method Man
Album: Tical
Song: Biscuits
Intro
What? So what chu want, nigga?
Represent, represent, represent, yeah
Represent, check it out, check it out
Yo mama don't wear no draws!
I saw her when she took them off!
Standin on the welfare line, eatin swine,
Tryin to look fine with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch, an she'll tell ya fast,
Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass
Verse One
Are you ready
To face the consenquences an suffer?
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it,
And let that killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent
It's like heads up, a brick
When I'm swinin
Get lost, I break you off something
I'm hopin
Like a reefer
With a pump
I'm jumpin
You was nothin
Bet ya thought ya clan had ya fuckin back but they was frontin
Smokin dirt blunts and
Talkin nasty stunts an
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet
What ya bustin
Get ya ship sunken
Talkin' with a drunken
Master distaster at any rap concert
Chorus
Huh, just an echo,
Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin in the valley
Yoo-hoo ripin-ripin so to bring back
Sweet memories of you
And you can even ask your crew
Betcha bottom dollar that they tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got style with his nasty ass
Verse Two
Who said the Wu-Tang clan?
Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger
I'll bring ya, 36 chambers
Be out, youze in danger
Let me pull ya brain out cha ass with a hanger
Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a stranger
Now ya got ya neck
In the noose
Of the strangler
Just recline,
Keep the meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of time
What?
And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, the isle
Whatever
Smokin on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo Better
I'm hopin niggas get the point
Cause they can never
Stop the veteran
Word to God
When I'm severin
The HEAD of a mental vegetarian
The method,
At the weekend
With a loan on the credit
The cuties I desire
I be the first to set it
OFF
FLAME ON! like the Human Torch
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got styles for ya nasty ass
Outro
'94 baby, word up, recognize, recognize,
Wu-Tang killer bee,
The RZA and the Method MZA
Raderuckus, where you at?
Artist: Method Man
Album: Tical
Song: Bring the Pain
Basically, can't fuck with me
Verse One
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so I could write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
Check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad just accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got totally crossed out like Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the force
O course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic and coming for your head piece, protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me punk now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze
Chorus
Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something i could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real
Interlude: Booster
And when I was a lil stereo
I listened to some champion
I always wondered
Will now I be the numba one?
Now you listen to de gargon
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me
Me gwanna lick out dem brains
Verse Two
Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through vickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when it's hip-hop like proper
Rhymes be the proof when i'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me yeah, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay the mo
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes *car crashing*
*horn sound of car racing by*
Chorus
Outro
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase piss
I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
And feed you nuthin but sleepin pills
You motherfuckers
(So?) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe
(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)
Artist: Method Man
Album: Tical
Song: All That I Need
Chorus
You're all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep it real witchu
Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
On top of that you got the good power-u
Verse One
Check it out
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nuttin
You made a brother feel like he was something
That's why I'm with you to this day, boo, no frontin
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and say "Baby, it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me, baby
Never ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight
And I'm a walk these dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me I'm a make sure we
Be livin in the fucking lap of luxury
I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with me
But cha did now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga
Chorus (X2)
Verse Two
I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good shit at home
Even if I'm locked up north you in the world
Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for you that's how it is
I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz
Then I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
Resurrect the God through birth
Best believe
Chorus (X2)
Artist: Method Man
Album: Tical
Song: What the Blood Clot
Intro & shout outs to projects
All I hear is gun shots
Can I touch something?
What the blood clot!
Nigga want tical, make it happen
You know my fuckin style,
Fuck the rappin,
We can take it back to '85 if you wanna START actin like you live
It's all good
I'm rollin with my clique,
Owls, Packwoods, and Phillies, smokin cess blunts, mixed with illy
Got me bustin,
Now the whole world looks dusted,
I'm in the area with the steel that never rusted
For real, nigga, touch it and you burn,
When will motherfuckers learn?
What be spreadin like a germ?
Ha ha, it's Meth, word
I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it
I'm on point, like a fax machine you get the message
It be no question and them bust the second guessin's,
Keep your thoughts on your lessons
What the blood clot!
To tell the truth, you don't amaze me
Killa Hill project,
A Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me
What,
Check the Raderuckus,
FUCK this,
Smoke a Dutchmaster, have em screamin for the Dutchess
Yeah, I gotta have it, so I strive to stick my piece
If I don't do it for my delf, I'm a do it for Kaze,
Cause that's my peoples, I'm giving you injections that be Lethal
Weapon, when niggaz start the half steppin,
Then I get evil
But don't let that negative vibe right there
Mislead you, I'm humble, a fucking Killer Bee,
Far from bumble
I sting you
BZT!
And I bring you
Thirty-six chambers of head banger, bitch,
Why I deal with?
I think the mic is on the fritz
Faggot soundmen!
They be sabotagin shit!
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin name
What the blood clot!
Outro & shout outs
Artist: Method Man f/Raekwon
Album: Tical
Song: Meth Vs. Chef
Intro
Duel, worthy of a general
If you want to fight, fight with me!
One to one! Man to man!
Let's get ready to gel team!
Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, tical!
It's about to go on, tical!
You make the call, I make the call!
It's all for all
Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
(count my shells)
And there's about to be one left
(count my shells, nigga)
I know you know it's on kid
(Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)
*bell rings*
Verse One: Method Man
Who lit that shit, it was I the chinky-eye
Cheeba-hawk from New York, tical Staten Isle
Niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
A bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
Of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
Missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
Tearing up the power-u, Meth-Tical
A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck
Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
A rugged vet, terrible like a champion sweat
Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker
*bell rings* Bitch!
Break: Method Man, Raekwon the Chef ()
Meth Vs. Chef
(it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef
(yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef
(callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death
*bell rings*
Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef
I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks
You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin
Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt
Cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin
Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session
Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
*bell rings*
'Tack you like chess moves best move
Yo, yeah, yo
The boards, your ass
'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, u!
*bell rings*
'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
At Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew
Live direct, yeah you better step
Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
Motivate, to the gate
With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle
Airwaves, yo behave
Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
*bell rings three times*
Ahh shit!
Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth
Artist: Method Man
Album: Tical
Song: Sub Crazy
Intro
Ha, alright?
Check it out!
Fuck that! (Damn)
Word,
Nigga smoke too fuckin much, man.
Check it out, check, check, check it out
Chorus
We can all get by if we want now
Get a phat piece of the pie if we want
Motherfuckers gettin mad high when they want now
I will survive, recognize it be Tical
Verse One
Word up,
Our niggas is strapped, ready for war on the ill block
Things just ain't peace no more, fuck it
If you ain't with me then forget me
Niggas try to stick me, retaliation, no hesitation, shifty
Creepin niggas in the dark, triggas with no heart
Rippin ass apart, I'll be swimmin with the sharks now
Stay out my water or it's manslaughter
Kid, you oughta start reachin for that nickle-plated auto-
Matic, my thoughts get sporadic, loaded raps
Bustin mad shots to ya attic
They say this hazard, this flows a hazard
Straight from Hazard County with a bounty on his head,
And it said:
"Wanted Dead or Alive," I swear by the whites of they eyes
To never take a dive I will survive
Chorus
Verse Two
Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin
Like they want problems, you want em, you got em
Rap contact,
Is writin this exact-ly, the way it should be
Attacked, Killer Beeeees on a swarm
Sh-lick on my schlong, drops bombs like Qur'ans
The izm helps to stimulate my pugilism
I bust rhymes like jizm, impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom
Decipher the stee, I be hyper, I bring all the styles
That rekindle like old flames
Saliva, check the wicked flows I deliva
Oops, I mean delivers like the Hudson River
Styles be trife, trife like a thief in the night
I be the sneaky-ass nigga bustin nuts in yo wife
Blasted, buggin off Bacardi and acid
Flippin on the mic, it's a classic
Artist: Method Man
Album: Tical
Song: Release Yo' Delf
Intro: Blue Raspberry
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by Homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch-ass niggaz in the industry
your careers won't be lasting loooonnnnng
(X2)
Verse One
Check it, I'm the fuckin man, who they mention
Notice, that other niggaz rap styles is bogus
Doo-doo, prepare for this verse Tical voodoo
Blazin, the stuff that ignites stimulation
Inside ya, cuz I be that house over water
Forgot in the realm that be deep as the Poseidon
Adventure, niggaz need to touch they freakin picture
For the sickness, that be spreadin with the quickness
Remedies, cousin I be doin on my enemies
Penalty, then I drink 40s to they memories
Emotion, rushin through your town, street, vicinity
Blunt smoke, in the air reveals my identity
(Tical.... tical... ti-cal, ti-cal...)
As I keep it movin, we keep it movin uh
Keep it movin, and keep it movin uh
Keep it movin baby we be movin uh
Keep it movin, we keep it huh RHARHHH
What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just release, yo delf!!
Verse Two
My God, somebody said it's on, if it isn't I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat,
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo
What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple, I'm comin to your town
Black man, the rental,
God, the pistol
YAH! If you don't want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by hoes
What's that rhythm what's that sound
Party people getting down
When it hit the baddest man
Just breathe in, till then
And keep it movin, baby keep it movin
I plan to keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, baby we be movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin uh
And keep it movin, you know we keep it movin
Baby we be movin, you know we keep it moo..RARHRAH
Chorus: Blue Raspberry
When I first stepped on the scene, niggaz was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by Homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all you bitch-ass niggaz in the industry
your careers won't be lasting long, now
Outro
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're ready to spark up the Meth-Tical
Let me hear you say stim-uli
Chorus
press PageUp if I haven't blown ya mind
"let me let ya'll peoples know one thing,
there's one life, one love, so there can only be one King"
-Nas