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"Good...Wu-Tang martial expert There's not many, who can match up with him He'll give you a heart condition if ya fuck around like that there Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream You know god damn whatever and uhhh it's dumb and big - it's DUMB and BIG Mira, Meth-Tical coming through with the suu Check it out Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please I black that eye like peas, you better freeze In your track, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killa bee's on yo back I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack You want it all? Yeah I want it all like that I stab my own moms in the back for a sack Niggaz like "DAMN, why you want it like that?" Cuz I'ma dog, and I got no love for the cat Attitude is cold like the North Polar cap Where I do my dirt is a little further down the map A little buckwylin, island called Stat Where niggaz carry gats in there black wolly hats Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap And youse an unknown with a faulty contract Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfukker, contact Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack An Indian giver and I'm out to take it back Shoalin Island, baby where you at? A runaway train that be running on ya track That's how it's going down, yeah, it's going down like that I gets my thang in action To live, to love, to see, to learn Yo!! Tell 'em what's happening What's happening? I'll tell yo ass what's happening Tell 'em what's happening It's going on out here, brothaz ain't got no peers And they be smokin, shuddup yo damn mouth! I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score, nuttin' Cuz you ain't got no points in this game, kid you frontin' I'm home run hittin', you be buntin' Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together When I'm good, I'm good, when bad, I'm better You want it, whatever, I be the stormy weather Rain coming down, so weatherproof your leather Jacket, a nigga with an axe couldn't hack it I spark 'em like a match Coming back, it's the Met-chod, say it loud I'm the Met-chod Man, clap yo hands, now check it See me in the mix, rolling fat, bustin flicks While my physical brotha came through and got me lift Niggaz, that I walk by, give me the eye The moment is fucking me up, killing my high Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I'm fearsome Basically that, I'm all of that, and then some While I...was out on tour, going beserk I heard you were at the sand-box and kicking dirt All on my name but you can't pull my file You don't know me and you don't know my style Coming out there like that there, YEAH Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear Ahhheheheh, I taught the boy everything he know Go on you bad motherfuckaz See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite Everybody needs to love Dolemite I love Dolomite, you love Dolemite Hey, how you doing nigga, I know you Knowing I didn't when I did Meth-Tical Shit, I told the boy If ya can't get yourself a ten The least you can do is spark five two's And we out, Method "