Method Man - Even If lyrics
[Method Man - Even If lyrics]
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
Lyrics have no dress code
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 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 sack
Carbon copy that and send your crew a fax
Motherfucker
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!
"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
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 in my whip
And niggas 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
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!
"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c’mon!
"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, 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
Lyrics have no dress code
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 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 sack
Carbon copy that and send your crew a fax
Motherfucker
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!
"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
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 in my whip
And niggas 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
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!
"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c’mon!
"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c’mon!