Come on, come on
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 onOnce upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like they are too goodThere 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 dashCome on! Come on!
Their jackets tied, money came with ease
But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He robbed another and another Michael Jackson Stevie Wonder
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 checkCome 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
Got you all in check
I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck
Got you all in check
Well you know we come through to wreck the disco tech
Got you all in check
Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect
Got you all in checkYo Grimm, whats up?
Which muthafucka stole my flow?
Eenie, meenie, minie, moe
Throw them types of niggas right out the windowBlast your ass, hit you with a direct blow
Blah comin' through like G.I. Joe
Star Wars movie deal like Han So-lo
Make you bounce around like this was calyp-soAlways 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
Back out, pull my dreads in my Kang-lo
Forget that Moet nigga, just bash the Cisco!
Yo, take a trip down to MexicoCome back with that shit that might make you psycho
Maximum frequency through that stereo
Sorry this is it but homeboy, I gots 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 lose, don't be teared
Don't be mad, no, give it the truth, sayM E T H O D Man
M E T H O D Man
M E T H O D Man
Break yourself niggaHey 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 BuddhaMonk 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 casaStraight 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!You will never 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?
For what you dedicated, ya it must be meMeth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip hop
I was 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 onMove it in, move it out, stick it in, pull it out
Shake it up, shake it down, come on y'all, Meth-Tical
I hope and pray that I will but today I am still just a
M E T H O D Man , M E T H O D Man, M E T H O D ManM E T H O D Man, M E T H O D Man, M E T H O D Man
M E T H O D Man, M E T H O D D Man, M E T H O D Man
M E T H O D Man, M E T H O D Man
Break yourself nigga, get the fuck offM E T H O D Man
M E T H O D Man
M E T H O D Man
M E T H O D D Man
Man, man, man
M E T H O D, bitch!