Method Man (feat. Peanut) - Shaake

1, 2 Uhh 1, 1 1, 2 Uhh 1, 1 M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN One: Hey, you, get off my cloud You don't know me and you don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber Band, I be Sam, Sam I am And I dont eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild I'm about to blow light me up Upside downside inside and outside Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I am, the one and only Method Man The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo Like Deck said this aint your average flow Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw The poetry's in motion coast to coast and Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion, oh my lord Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword Hey hey hey like Fat Albert It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it It's the Method Man Uhh, like that baby paw Uhh I got, fat bags of skunk I got, White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes I'm about to go get lifted I got, myself a forty I got, myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes I'm about to go and stick it Two: Uhh H-U-F-F huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind blow then Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it go Question what exactly is a panty raider Ill behaviour savior or major flavor All of the above oh yeah plus I do so Also flam I'm the man call me super Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm For my, Su-per Sperm Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked I smell sess pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missles and shoot game like a pistol Clip is loaded when I click bang dang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is callin me P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't fry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Cuz, Ooh I be the super sperm Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang Fadin motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd And ya didnt have friends to begin with I'm M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Yes I am Three: Uhh, Uhh Rappers crossing over to that R&B jinx Walk around town like your shit don't stink Take it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me Shot me at point blank range but only grazed me Nothing mental, just plain and simple Lyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple Come here kid, what, let me tell you something Your like change of a penny, nothing Wham, Oh shit, God Damn Skippy, hit me, man I get flam Better yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy Like a license check this be Audi Tippy tippy tum tippy tah tippy tum Direct from the Shaolin Slum, here I come Straight from the top, the cock, yo I'm fed up I put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up Wu-Tang's gang bang, up your butt crack and Straight from Staten, silky like satin Used to break clicks with stones and sticks Nowadays we do it with the Macs and clips The Method, Man The Method, Man The Method, Man Yes I am, Yes I am M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN Uhh, 92 for the Wu Now how brothers want it With salt or butter, motherfucker A doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop chop

(Special technique) fuck that (Spe-special technique of shadowboxing) God damn (The GZA, God damn) (The GZA, God damn) pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Method, god damn) I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on) (Uh, yeah, ahh, uh) Johnny Blaze I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Johnny Blaze) Maximilli-on Maximilli-on Maximilli-on I breaks it down to the bone gristle Ill speakin' Scud missile heat seekin' Johnny Blazing Nightmares like Wes Craven, niggas gunnin' My third eye seen it comin' before it happen You know about them fuckin' Staten Kids they smashin' Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion Now everybody talkin' 'bout they blastin' (hmm) Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? (Hmm) Talkin' out your asshole You shoulda learnt 'bout the flow and peasy afro Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot-nosed From my naps to the bunion on my big toe I keeps it movin' Know just what the fuck I'm doin', rap insomniac Fiend to catch a nigga snoozing, slip the cardiac Arrest me, exorcist Hip Hop posses me Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my Steez Burnin' to the third degree, sneaky ass Allley cat top pedigree, the head toucher Industry party bum rusher You don't like a dick up in ya, fuck ya (Allow me to demonstrate) that's right, you corny-ass (The skill of Shaolin) rap motherfuckers (The special technique) better go back and check (Of shadowboxing) your fuckin' stacks (Shadowboxing) 'cause your naps ain't nappy enough And your reefs ain't rugged enough Bitch I slayed MC's back in the rec room era My style broke motherfucking backs like Ken Patera Most rap niggas came loud but unheard Once I pulled out, round 'em off to the nearest third Check these non-visual niggas, with tapes and a portrait Flood the seminar, trying to orbit this corporate Industry, but what them niggas can't see Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial We reign all year round from June to June While niggas bite immediately if not soon Set the lynchin' and form the execution date As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions 'Cause RZA, to charge niggas 20G's a session When my mind start to clickin', and the strategy Is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit I don't give a cotten pickin' fuck About a brother tryin' to size a nigga up, I hold my own Hard-hat protect your dome Look at mama baby boy actin' like he grown No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone Killa Bee, that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son Wu brother number one, protect ya neck Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards Hard times and killer tactics, spittin' words plus Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee To the next episode, I keeps it grungy Hand on my nutsac, and spittin' lung-ghies At a wack nigga that, don't understand the fact When it come to RZA tracks, I don't know how to act Real rap from the Stat, Killa Hill projects How to be exact, break it down All and Together Now Things are gettin' good lookin' better now (Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin) (Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing) (Shadowboxing) Oh mayne, oh mayne Oh mayne, oh mayne (Allow me to demonstrate)

It's been a long time Since I been on your mind I hope you're feeling alright 'Cause I don't see no goodbye You should probably bunk this Bass up, speakers in the trunk shit Banging in the spot, hands up on the fun tip Jumping, I've been on my day one shit As a young kid, all up in the city doing dumb shit Ah, I been tight, never stretching my own Beast in the streets Fans, shoulda never let 'em out Swag, lemme show you what the fresh about Hot and on you, can't cut the trouble out I stay wavy on the late tip Techno, two-stepping in the basement In the bathroom probably getting faded Until the day hits, hope you got some shades kid It's been a long time Since I been on your mind I hope you're feeling alright 'Cause I don't see no goodbye Adios, sayonara, dasvidaniya Hasta la huego, au revoir, tu sabes fuego See ya later, alligators can get my way though My girl a winner Just a killer, I'm moving quavo I say tomato you say tomato Might be gone today but you back tomorrow You know the motto, the truth is harder to swallow My story harder to follow and you ain't part of the novel, no I'm pleading the fifth, y'all can sleep with the fish Leave a rapper bleeding for this I am called the blow killer Like cheater, I'm swift, I'ma eat up your slip Better yet, I'm like an ape in the mist, y'all, I'm Gorilla Me and The Knocks, we put a key in the locks Ipt the tea in the pot I can't stop for no reason 'Cause I ain't got no reason to stop Mattafact! It's been a long time Since I been on your mind I hope you're feeling alright 'Cause I don't see no goodbye (I don't see no goodbye, I don't see no good, good I don't see no goodbye, I don't see no, no, no I don't see no goodbye, I don't see no I don't see no goodbye, I don't see no, no, no) It's been a long time Since I been on your mind I hope you're feeling alright 'Cause I don't see no goodbye