[Intro: Method Man]

Yo, c'mon!

[Verse 1: Method Man]

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', 'cause we had it up to here (Word)

Lyrics have no dress code (Yeah), from KRS to Depeche Mode

Kid, I'm so cool—you catch cold

At the jump off, it's about to jump off

My niggas speak with they hands or the gun talk

Yo, RZA, we got the "Clan in Da 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 (Yo, yo), take a picture of my nut sack (Yo, yo)

Carbon copy that (Yo, yo) and send your crew a fax (C'mon!), motherfucker

[Chorus: Method Man & Streetlife]

(It's Tical) 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)

[Post-Chorus: Method Man]

"It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth"

"Tical-lion, hmm"

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, yo, c'mon!

[Verse 2: Method Man]

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 MCs

Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Beez

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 in my whip

And niggas can't smoke withh 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 (Yo, yo), so know I'm the bomb (Yo, yo)

Who don't beef for beats (Yo, yo), see the tracks on my arm (C'mon!), motherfucker!

[Chorus: Method Man & Streetlife]

(It's Tical) 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)

[Post-Chorus: Method Man]

"It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Mef"

"Tical-lion, hmm"

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, yo, c'mon!

[Outro: Method Man]

"It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Mef"

"Tical-lion, hmm"

"It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Mef"

"Tical-lion, hmm"

"It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Mef"

"Tical-lion, hmm"

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, yo, c'mon!