Even If Method Man

[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’ cuz we had it up to here
Lyrics have no dress code, from KRS to Depeche Mode
Kid I’m so cool you catch cold
At the jump off, it’s about to jump off
My niggas 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 sack
Carbon copy that and send your crew a fax, 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!