[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 n***as 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 (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 emcees
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 n***as 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 (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. Meth"
"Tical-lion, hmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, c'mon!

[Outro: Method Man]
"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!