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SINGER: Method Man
SONG:Even If
Yo, c'mon! even if i died a thousand deaths when i reserect, i'll still be meth the jams 'ill still be def we here, me and this mic-phone be here and ain't tryna hear nothing cuz we had it up to here lyrics have no dress code from krs to depeche mode kid i'm so cool you catch colds at the jump off, it's about to jump off my nigga, speak with tha hand or the gun talk. yo, rza, we got the clan at the front and police at the do' every exit is laced with c-4, 'bout to blow, like 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 to real i can't be touched and can't feel the monatony, take a picture of my nut sack, carbon copy that, and send it through a fax mother fucker! New and improved wu-tang style turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now spit flames (five mics) bk (on site) bring the pain (all night) off the chain (damn right) [scratching by rza] "mister method man for short, mista' meth" "tical, yep" "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 verses is like a third degree to young emcees buzzworthy on your mtv, the killa bees y'all jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots ace up my sleeve, make up like pots and pots so this is what it's come to (huh?) makin' shots at them kids who use to punk you (huh?) repititious rap shit, don't get nowhere 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 'ersus spy, eye for an i can analize the uncivilized make them feel alive you know right from wrong, so know i'm the bomb it's okay to beast, see the tracks on my arm motherfucker New and improved wu-tang style turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now spit flames (five mics) bk (on site) bring the pain (all night) off the chain (damn right) [scratching by rza] "just the method man we sought, mister meth" "tical, yep" "hmmm" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon! [scratching by rza] "just the method man we sought, mister meth" "tical, yep" "hmmm" (repeat x2) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
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