Speak with they hands or their gun talk, yo, Rza

We got the clan in the front and police at the door
Every exit is laced with C-4
'Bout to blow like trial I'm passed out
MCs is like bitches in tongs, they ass out

But me the M E T H O D just too real
I can't be touched and can't feel the monotony of rap
Take a picture of my nutsack carbon copy that
And send your crew a fax mothafucka

New and improved Wu Tang style
Turn it up now y'all then fuck up now
Spit flame, five mics, peep game, on sight
Bring the pain all night, off the chain, damn right

This the Method Man for short Mr. Meth, Tical-Lion
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, come on

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
The young MC's buzzworthy on your MTV

The Killa Bee, John Jacobs straight up break up schemes and plots
Ace up my sleeves bake up pies and pots
So this is what its come to, huh
Takin' shots at dem kids who used to punk you, huh

Repetitious rap shit don't get no airplay in my whip
And niggas can't smoke with dry lips
So chap byte my shit, I'm like Kojack
To get my flow back and 4-flat I track you down like a low jack

Five verse five, eye for an eye can I penalize
The uncivilized, make them civilized
You know right from wrong so know that I'm the bomb
I dope for be and see the tracks on my arm, mothafucka

New and improved Wu Tang style
Turn it up now y'all then fuck up now
Spit flame, five mics, peep game, on sight
Bring the pain all night, off the chain, damn right

This the Method Man for short Mr. Meth, Tical-Lion
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, come on

This is Method Man for short Mr.Meth, Tical-Lion
This is Method Man for short Mr.Meth, Tical-Lion
This is Method Man for short Mr.Meth, Tical-Lion
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, come on