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Yo, c`mon! Even if I died a thousand deaths When I resurrect I`ll still be Meth The jams will still be deaf I`m here, me and this mic-phone, we here And they tryin` to hear nothin` cuz we had it up to here Lyrics have no dress code From KRS to the best mode Hit them so cool you cats froze Had to jump off, it`s about to jump off My niggaz speak with they hands or the gun talks Yo RZA, you got the Clan and they wonderin` if the police at the door, every exit is laced with C-4 about to blow White trial, I`m passed foul And these is like teachers in thongs they assed out But me, the M-E-T-H- the O-D Just the real, I can`t be touched, they can`t feel The monotony when you rap, get your finger off my nut sac Carbon copy that and send your crew the facts Motherfucker 1- New and improved Wu-Tang style Turn it up now, y`all done fucked up now Spit flames (Five mics) BK (On site) Bring the pain (All night) Off the chain (Damn right) 2- [Scratching by RZA] "Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth" "Tical, yep" "Hmmm" 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 verses is like a third degree to young emcees Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees Y`all Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots Ace up my sleeve, make up like pots and pots So this is what it`s come to (Huh?) Makin` shots at them kids who use to punk you (Huh?) Repititious rap shit, don`t get nowhere play ya mouth whip And niggaz 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 `ersus spy, eye for an I can analize the uncivilized Make them feel alive You know right from wrong, so know I`m the bomb It`s okay to beast, see the tracks on my arm Motherfucker Repeat 1 Repeat 2 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c`mon! Repeat 2 Repeat 2 Repeat 2 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c`mon!