Niggas wanna test my stees
 Nigga please
 I black that eye like peas
 You better freeze
 In ya tracks
 A Wu Tang (bzzz) killer bee's on ya back
 I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack
 You want it all?
 Yeah I want it all like THAT
 I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
 Niggas like damn  why you want it like that?
 'Cause I'm a dog  and I got no love for the cat
 Attitude's cold like the north polar cap
 Where I do my (????) a little further down the map
 A little black island
 Called Stat
 Where niggas carry gats in they Black Moon hat
 Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap
 And youse an unknown with a phoney contract
 Wake up and smell the method, motherfucker
 Contact, fallin' in a cypher from a fallen head crack
 An indian giver and I'm out to take it back
 Shaolin Island, baby where you at?
 A runaway train that be runnin' on ya track
 That's how it's goin' down
 Yeah, it's goin' down like that

 
 I gets my thang in action
 To live, to love, to see, to learn

 
 Yo! Tell 'em what's happenin'!
 (What's happening?
 I'll tell ya wh-what's happening
 Tell 'em what's happening
 Brothers ain't got no peers and they be smokin' funny
 Shaddup!)

 
 I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws
 Betcha twenty points and ya still can't score
 Nuttin'
 'Cause you ain't got no points in this game
 Kid, you frontin'
 A home run hitter and you be buntin'
 Brush out the toilet, I got my shit together
 When I'm good, I'm good,
 When bad, I'm better
 You want it?
 Whatever
 I be the stormy weather
 Rain coming down
 To weather with ya leather
 JACKET
 A nigga with a ax
 Couldn't
 HACK IT
 I spark 'em like a match (ssskt)
 Coming back it's the method
 To get louder
 The method
 Man, clap yo hands, now check it
 See me in the mist (????)
 But my physical brother came through and got me lift
 Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye
 The mormon is fuckin' me up, killing my high
 Nigga get back,
 Ya pussy cat,
 I'm fearsome
 Basically dat,
 I'm all of dat,
 And 'den some
 While I,
 Was out on tour,
 Goin' beserk
 I heard you
 Was over at the sand box
 And kickin' DIRT
 All over my name
 But you can't pull my file,
 YOU DON'T KNOW ME, AND YOU DON'T KNOW MY STYLE
 Comin' out 'dere like dat 'dere
 YEAH,
 (????) ghettos couldn't bear

 
 (Meth-Tical, I told the boy everythin' he KNOW
 To all you bad motherfuckers
 See, I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite
 Everybody needs to love Dolemite,
 I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite
 Hey, how you doin' nigga, I know you
 Know what I did when I did?
 Meth-Tical, shiiit, I told the boy--)
 If ya can't get yaself a ten,
 The least you can do is smoke five twos
 (Where ya at? Method