Method Man - Even If Lyrics
Yo, c'mon!Even if I died a thousand deathsWhen I resurrect I'll still be MethThe jams will still be defI'm here, me and this mic-phone, we hereAnd ain't tryin' to hear nothin' cuz we had it up to here(What?)Lyrics have no dress code (yeah)From KRS to Depeche ModeHit them so cool you cats coldHad to jump off, it's about to jump offMy niggaz speak with they hands or the gun talkYo RZA, we got the Clan in the front and police at the doorEvery exit is laced with C-4 about to blowLife trial I'm passed outMC's is like *****es in thongs - they assed outBut me, the M-E-T-H- the O-DJust too real, I can't be touched and can't feelThe monotony in rap, take a picture of my nut sacCarbon copy that and send your crew a faxMother*****er[1 - New and improved Wu-Tang style]Turn it up now, y'all done *****ed up nowSpit flames (Five mics)Peep game (On site)Bring the pain (All night)Off the chain (Damn right)[2 - Scratching by RZA]"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 deathsWhen I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives onMy words is like a third degree to young emceesBuzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa BeesJohn Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plotsAce up my sleeve, bake up pies in potsSo 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 whipAnd niggaz can't smoke wit' dry lips so chappedBite my shit, I'm like Kojack to get my flow backIn fo' flat, I track you down like a low jackSpy verse spy, eye for an eye can I penalize the uncivilizedMake 'em civilizedYou know right from wrong, so know I'm the bombWho don't beef for beats, see the tracks on my armMother*****er[Repeat 1][Repeat 2]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon![Repeat 2][Repeat 2][Repeat 2]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon
