Even If

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] Yo, c'mon! [Verse 1: Method Man] Even if I died a thousand deaths, when I resurrect I'll still be Meth, the jams will still be def I'm here, me and this mic-phone—we here And ain't tryin' to hear nothin', 'cause we had it up to here (Word) Lyrics have no dress code (Yeah), from KRS to Depeche Mode Kid, I'm so cool—you catch cold At the jump off, it's about to jump off My niggas speak with they hands or the gun talk Yo, RZA, we got the Clan in the front and police at the door Every exit is laced with C-4 About to blow, life 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 too real, I can't be touched and can't feel The monotony in rap (Yo, yo), take a picture of my nut sack (Yo, yo) Carbon copy that (Yo, yo) and send your crew a fax (C'mon!), motherfucker [Chorus: Method Man & Streetlife] (It's Tical) New and improved Wu-Tang style Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now Spit flames (Five mics), peep game (On site) Bring the pain (All night), off the chain (Damn, right) [Post-Chorus: Method Man] "It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth" "Tical-lion, hmm" Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, c'mon! [Verse 2: Method Man] Even if I died a thousand deaths, when I resurrect Through my first born, my name lives on My words is like a third degree to young emcees Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Beez John Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots Ace up my sleeve, bake up pies in pots So 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 in my whip And niggas 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 verse spy, eye for an eye can I Penalize the uncivilized, make 'em civilized You know right from wrong (Yo, yo), so know I'm the bomb (Yo, yo) Who don't beef for beats (Yo, yo), see the tracks on my arm (C'mon!), motherfucker! [Chorus: Method Man & Streetlife] (It's Tical) New and improved Wu-Tang style Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now Spit flames (Five mics), peep game (On site) Bring the pain (All night), off the chain (Damn, right) [Post-Chorus: Method Man] "It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth" "Tical-lion, hmm" Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, c'mon! [Outro: Method Man] "It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth" "Tical-lion, hmm" "It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth" "Tical-lion, hmm" "It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth" "Tical-lion, hmm" Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, c'mon!