This goes out
 to all the big head niggaz
 And all them big head bitches
 You know my steez o
 Yo  yo  yo  yo
 Deadly melodic  robotic steez o blur your optic
 So you can't see the topic  condition combo
 Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo
 Head honcho like Eastwood  gun in my pancho
 Another bad desperado  trapped inbetween
 the hills and the El Dorados  but you can't do that
 Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak
 Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback
 is when I condemn men, to purgatory
 Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories
 in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
 Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
 Chorus: Method Man
 You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
 Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
 Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
 Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
 ("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
 Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
 Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
 [Method Man]
 Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender
 No retreat no surrender, head trauma
 Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor
 Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session
 With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section
 with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit
 E Double up dammit, Iron Lung
 flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know
 It's time that I take advantage, take command yo
 Cops caught me red-handed
 Blood On the Dance Floor
 or was it Michael Jackson
 Fuck it, time for some action
 Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening
 Chorus 2X
 [Method Man]
 Before she get her back blown
 Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin
 Automate and keep it goin, right and exact
 Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan
 Jack Frost, leave em frozen
 Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan
 Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin
 At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision
 And split decision, tell your old folk
 and your children what I'm dealin
 Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain
 Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers
 Chorus
 This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz
 And all them big head bitches
 All them big head bitches