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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang Clan
Künstler:in
Method Man
Method Man
Stimme und Gesang
Raekwon
Raekwon
Stimme und Gesang
GZA
GZA
Stimme und Gesang
RZA
RZA
Programmierung
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Stimme und Gesang
4th Disciple
4th Disciple
Kratzen
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Songwriter:in
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter:in
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter:in
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter:in
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter:in
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter:in
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter:in
Mitchell Diggs
Mitchell Diggs
Songwriter:in
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter:in
Roger Troutman
Roger Troutman
Songwriter:in
RZA
RZA
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
RZA
RZA
Produzent:in
Ethan Ryman
Ethan Ryman
Ingenieur:in
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mitchell Diggs
Mitchell Diggs
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Oli Grant
Oli Grant
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Ausführende:r Produzent:in

Songteksten

[Intro]
Yo, roll the dice, man, roll the dice
Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? (What is you talkin' about?)
[Instrumental]
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA
Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
U-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man
[Chorus]
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 Man
[Verse 1]
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be getting flam when they come to a jam
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake, patty cake, hey, the Method Man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact, I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam, Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style'll hit you, wham, then **** damn
You'll be like, "**** that's the jam"
Turn it up, now hear me get buck
W-W-Wild, I'm about to blow, light me up
Upside, downside, inside and outside
Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I
Am the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan, rappin' **** like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (What?) I tawt I taw a putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog **** right here
Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo
Like Deck said, this ain't your average flow
Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, a-chee-ka
Tell me how you like it so far, baby pa
The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
"Hey, hey, hey" like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method
Alright, y'all, get your White Owls
Get your Meth', get your skins
Don't forget your 'orty
And we gon' do it like this
[Bridge]
I got fat bags of skunk
I got White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get lifted
I got myself a forty
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh
[Verse 2]
H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'
Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes
Question, what exactly is a panty raider
Ill behavior, savior or major flavor?
All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer
Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doin' average things with average hoes
Yo, I'm super, I'll make a **** squirm
For my super sperm (Check it)
Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked
I smell sess, pass the method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic
Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click-bang (Bang)
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump
Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump
Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me
P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I
D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry
Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh, I be the super sperm
Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee
Freak a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?
Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep, Wu-Tang
Fadin' mother **** like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass, I could see right through
Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd
And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm
[Chorus]
The M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
[Outro]
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm
Your soul have just been tooken through the 36 Chambers of death, kid
Written by: C. Smith, Corey Woods, G. Grice, Ghostface Killah, Lamont Jody Hawkins, RZA, Russell Jones
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