Method Man

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Method Man


[Method Man] 
This goes out 
to all the big head niggaz 
And all them big head bitches 
You know my steez o 
Yo  yo  yo  yo 
Deadly melodic  robotic steez o blur your optic 
So you can't see the topic  condition combo 
Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo 
Head honcho like Eastwood  gun in my pancho 
Another bad desperado  trapped inbetween 
the hills and the El Dorados  but you can't do that 
Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak 
Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback 
is when I condemn men, to purgatory 
Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories 
in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner 
Blood stain on my track record, top gunner 
Chorus: Method Man 
You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit 
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this 
Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip 
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her 
("Step in the Arena" sample scratched) 
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit 
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit 
[Method Man] 
Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender 
No retreat no surrender, head trauma 
Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor 
Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session 
With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section 
with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit 
E Double up dammit, Iron Lung 
flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know 
It's time that I take advantage, take command yo 
Cops caught me red-handed 
Blood On the Dance Floor 
or was it Michael Jackson 
Fuck it, time for some action 
Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening 
Chorus 2X 
[Method Man] 
Before she get her back blown 
Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin 
Automate and keep it goin, right and exact 
Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan 
Jack Frost, leave em frozen 
Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan 
Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin 
At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision 
And split decision, tell your old folk 
and your children what I'm dealin 
Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain 
Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers 
Chorus 
This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz 
And all them big head bitches 
All them big head bitches