Zitate und Songtexte von Method Man

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack
My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?
Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats

You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck
Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man

Watch these rap n*ggas get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is getting touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up

The Wu is too slammin' for these Cold Killin' labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin' artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table
That's what you get when you misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and you lose every cent

The ruckus, ten times ten men committin' mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your f*ckin' chin

I give an order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin' star
'Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar

First things first, man, you're f*ckin' with the worst
I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a f*ckin' nurse

Rae got it goin' on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
Blow up your project, then take all your assets

In particular my beats travel like a vortex
Through your spine to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream

Light is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind

My deadly notes reign supreme, your thought is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts, paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought
I got the fashion catalogs for all y'all to all praise due to God

I don't want to waste another moment of my life without you in it.

All these punk motherf*ckers hitting my phone
You think we boys, I never seen you at one of my shows

I am sorry that I called you a parasite. We can discuss this like two men.

Eyes. Lungs. Pancreas. So many snacks, so little time.

I’m a reporter. I follow people that do not want to be followed.

Eddie Brock: "If you’re going to stay, you will only hurt bad people."
Venom: "The way I see it, WE can do whatever WE want. Do we have a deal?"

Purple Perc, sticky green mollies, sippy lean
Got the white that's sure to light the floor like in 'Billie Jean'

Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept?

By any means, Shirley Temple curls was done by Billie Jeans
Black Mrs. America, your name is Erica, right true
Lazy eyeball, small feet, six shoe

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
Can't define how I be dropping these mockeries
Lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk
Phony n*ggas are outlined in chalk

Well, I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary and carry like Mariah

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation Proclamation

I got beef with commercial-ass n*ggas with gold teeth
Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef
Straight up and down, don't even bother
I got 40 n*ggas up in here now who kill n*ggas' fathers

Here I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never get this low
I'm cherry bombin' sh*ts… boom!
Just warmin' up a little bit, vroom vroom

My Wu-Tang slang is mad f*ckin' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin' through your back
Givin' bystanders heart attacks

You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris

Yeah, this life I'm livin'
All the advice been tipped in
Gave me that grip, no slippin'
Out of my mind, went trippin'

If life's a game of inches, then my dick has been the biggest

She told me put my heart in the bag
And nobody gets hurt
Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast
So I'm making it worse
Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past
I'm a whole different person
It's a gift and a curse
But I cannot reverse it

And if you ever need a friend then you got me
And in the end, when I die, would you watch me?
And if I try suicide, would you stop me?
Would you help me get a grip or would you drop me?

It's a rodeo, go on and touch your toes
I'ma hit you from the back and that's as far as it goes
I done knocked 'em all down like some dominoes

Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence
And leave me with my sins
Air around me feels just like a cage
Love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage