Method Man

Tical

Method Man


*sounds of fighting* 

"You've been lucky... I wish I got you last time. 
En garde  I'll let you try my Wu Tang style." 
"I'd like to try your Wu Tang style  let's begin then!" 

Intro: Method (and others) 

From the tip top? 
(Aiyyo aiyyo  what the fuck's up with light dude?) 
Yup 
One two (no doubt  no doubt) 
One two one two 
Yo one two  uh  one two one two (yeahh  we gon' be up in that) 
Ah one two  uh  one two one two (yeah light that shit up) 
Ah one two yo, check me out 

Chorus: 

What's that shit that they be smokin? Tical... tical, tical 
Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical 
What's that shit the niggaz smokin? Tical... tical, tical 
Pass it over here... tical... tical, tical 

Verse One: 

Check it, I got styles, all of em sick 
Niggaz ain't fit to walk a mile in the dead man's kicks 
I make em shit about a pile, of bricks to show 
He ain't nuttin but another, a lone John Doe 
That wanna flow, here it is, comin up shit's creek 
I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep 
and I'ma grow, like a rash on ya nasty ass 
In a whip, with no breaks and I'm hittin the gas 
It's a bird, it's a plane, take a look in the sky 
Method Man on some shit, niggaz call me The Fly 
Cause my style, dates back to hoppin turnstyles 
Make ya fear, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I'll 
get severe on the double I harass it 
I don't look for trouble, I'm already trouble 
Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted 
Open up a deadly venom style to be mastered 
By a psychopathic, way beyond an average 
Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it 

Chorus 

One two, uh, one two one two 
One two, uh, one two one two 
One two, uh, one two one two 
Check it out 

Verse Two: 

What goes off? What goes on? The Meth shit 
that we got is to stay high, no question 
Lethal weapon, ain't no time for half steppin 
When brothers start wettin everything in ya section 
Move that, niggaz came strapped, shoulda knew that 
Do dat, pussy cat rap, boy, I'll screw that 
To' up, from the flow up, don't even show up 
To the battle, I heard you rattle now hold up 
Is there a fuckin snake in my garden? 
Starvin, for a rap treat, steppin on my feet 
Pardon yo delf, before ya find yo delf 
In a FUCKED UP situation, without no help 
I'm not playin, cause I don't play with nobody 
God damn kid, know what I'm sayin, I'm peelin niggas wigs 
I be sprayin, brother with words 
Cause I got a spit PRAAA-BLEM 

Chorus 

One two uh, one two one two 
One two uh... (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical) 
(yeah niggaz better recognize... tical...)