Tekster:
Method Man Tical 2000 Judgementday

, since they cut my umbilical Cord, I swing swords behold the prolifical Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider prize fighter Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire I speak legalized dope, hit man

need's affection, but you're headed in the wrong direction Tryin' to make this nigga jealous, with other fellas All up in my face actin' overzealous Like you want somethin' from Meth

whole regiment it's real Startin' wit yo president, duckin' my dart gun Tear apart son you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man

I got some real shit for niggas Never been defeated, niggas retreated Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed Get loose, get loose, Method Man

surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface I spit blood for blood verses Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land One man'll

back to go, try again niggas All hail me, the good the bag the ugly The money's around your way, lovely Where for art thou meth-tical God-child I pack

Deadly medley part two That's my word It ain't safe no more, bitch Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be

' method That's the shit that made me tip When I wrote a pitch, how many leech it? Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill, poor pitch man Now Borne jungle