Even If Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Method Man

Yo, c'mon! 

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' cuz we had it up to here 

(What?) 

Lyrics have no dress code (yeah) 

From KRS to Depeche Mode 

Hit them so cool you cats cold 

Had to jump off, it's about to jump off 

My niggaz 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, take a picture of my nut sac 

Carbon copy that and send your crew a fax 

Motherfucker 

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1- 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) 

"It's the Method Man for short Mister Meth" 

"Tical-lion" 

"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 words is like a third degree to young emcees 

Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees 

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 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 spy, eye for an eye can I penalize the uncivilized 

Make 'em civilized 

You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb 

Who don't beef for beats, see the tracks on my arm 

Motherfucker 

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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon! 

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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!