Come on! Come on! Uh!   That's right, Nonpoint, Darwin's, Grimm in the house, lemme hear that shit    Na'mean? Uh! Bout to slay those fuckin tracks   Here we go, come on!      Once upon a time not long ago    When people wore pajamas and lived life slow   When laws were stern and justice stood   And people was behavin like they are too good   There lived a little boy that was misled   By another little boy and this is what he said   Check it "Me and you kid we gonna make some cash (What! What!)   Robbin old folks and makin' a (Come on! Come on!) dash..."   Their jackets tied, money came with ease   But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease   He robbed another (Stick it up!) and another (Stick it up!) Michael Jackson (Stick it up!) Stevie Wonder (Stick it up!)   Tried to rob a man who was a D.C. undercover   The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic   He said "I Got you all in check"      Come on!   Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!   Come on!   Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!   Come on!   Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!   Come on!   Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah!   Come on!      When I step up in the place and yo I step correct   WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check   I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck   WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check   Well you know we come through to wreck the disco tech   WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check   Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect   WOO-HAH!! Got you all in check      Yo grimm   Whats up?   Which muthafucka stole (Ha! Ha!) my flow?   Eenie, meenie, minie, moe   Throw them types of niggas right out the win-dow   Blast your ass, hit you with a di-rect blow!   BLAH!! Comin through like G.I. Joe   Star Wars movie deal like Han So-lo   Make you bounce around like this was calyp-so   Always shine cause I got the high pro glow   You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low?    Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0   Mad out, with my dreads in my Kang-lo   Forget that Moet nigga, just bash the Cisco!    Yo! Take a trip down to Mexico   Come back with that shit that might make you psycho   Maximum frequency through that stereo   Sorry this is it but homeboy, I gots (Say what?) ta go!      Yo, where you go? Where you at? Bring it back!   Big props to all my people on the hip-hop scene who going   Fast than me with abrushima my inspiration from youth   Killa bee got loose, don't be teared, don't be mad, no, give it the truth, say      M-E-T-H-O-D, Man (x4)       Break yourself nigga!    Hey you! Get off my cloud   Let me get raw with my southpaw style   Mover, puffin on a fat blunt from Cuba   It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha   Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes   I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk   Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper   Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa   Straight up, you movin too fast so baby wait up   Took one, added seven more now you eight up   Get on down with your bad self   Get on down, listen to the sound, come on!   Few can ever get this whole commit legit   See you all up in my dick   But you don't know shit, uh-huh   What's your definition of a real MC?   From what you dedicated, ya it must be me   Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop   I go on to the break of dawn and just don't stop   Give me the green light and the sign one way   At last, What you got to say? Come on      Move it in, move it out   Stick it in, pull it out   Shake it up, shake it down   Come on y'all, Meth-Tical   Oh I hope and pray that I will   But today I am still   Just a...   M-E-T-H-O-D, Man (x11)   Break yourself (Get the fuck up!) nigga!   M-E-T-H-O-D, Man (x4)   Man! (x3)   M-E-T-H-O-D   Bitch!