{"Good wu tang martial expert   There's not many who can match up with him"}      He'll give you a heart condition   If you fuck around like that there   Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream   You know god damn whatever and uhh   It's dumb and big, it's dumb and big   Mira, Meth-Tical comin' through with the suu   Lie in cut for y'all   Check it out      Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please   I black that eye like peas, you better freeze   in your tracks, a Wu-Tang 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   Niggaz like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" Why is 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 dirt's a little further down the map is that so?   A little Buckwhylin Island called Stat'   Where niggaz carry gats in they Black Moon hat   Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap   And youse an unknown with a faulty contract   Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfucker contact   Villain in the cypher from the foe when 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 happenin?   I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin   Tell 'em what's happenin   It's goin' on out here, brothers ain't got no peers   And they smokin' funny shuddup yo' damn mouth!      I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws   Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score   Nuttin' 'cause you ain't got no points in this game   Kid you frontin' I'm home run hittin', you be buntin'   Fresh 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'll be the stormy weather   Rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather   Jacket, a nigga with a axe couldn't hack it   I spark 'em like a match   Coming back it's the met chod, say it loud   I'm the met-chod man clap yo' hands, now check it      See me in the mix, rollin' fat, bustin' flicks   While my physical brother came through and got me lift   Niggaz, that I walk by, give me the eye   The moment is fuckin' me up, killin' my high   Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I'm fearsome   Basically that, I'm all of that, and then some   While I, was out on tour, goin' berserk   I heard you was at the sandbox and kickin' dirt   All on 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, Yea   Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear      I taught the boy everything he know   Go on, 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   Knowin' I didn't when I did   Meth-tical shit, I told the boy   If ya can't get yourself a ten   The least you can do is spark five two's   And we out, method yea