Top Songs By Method Man
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Ol' Dirty Bastard
Rap
GZA
Stimme und Gesang
Method Man
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Clifford Smith
Songwriter:in
Gary Grice
Songwriter:in
Robert Diggs
Songwriter:in
Russell T. Jones
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
RZA
Produzent:in
Carlos Bess
Mischtechniker:in
GZA
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Come on in
(Come on in)
(Come on, come on, come on in)
You bitch ass niggas
(Come on in, come on, come on, come on in)
As high as Wu-Tang get
Allah allow us pop this -
Just like black shoe fit
If you can't wear it, well, don't - with it
Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
Make it brief, son, half short and twice strong
No doubt, it took time searchin' eventually, it was prime urgent
For you to examine the rhyme merchant
Laced MCs with styles when they rhyme drunk
On a label hunt, until 20 thou', out the trunk
Eight Diagram sword swinging, armor tank force
RZA throw in the disc, but then change the bank source
You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President
Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven - of green
Venue packed, a thousand white teens in tight jeans
This Witty Unpredictable, shots are critical
To analytical analogy, insurance policies
Why? Said he know that sounds define the note
Couldn't recognize, blast him the - behind the ropes
Too many dope - I see starvin'
Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics, five nights
Hang him from the balcony, drop him 25 flights
A fugitive bass playin' rap czar
Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar
As high as Wu-Tang get
Allah allow us pop this -
Just like black shoe fit
If you can't wear it, well, don't - with it
Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly
What the - I marijuana, this - nasty
Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin', lovin'
The way these rhymes keep comin', at ya, splash ya
Get your head piece fractured with killer cuts
From the Shropshire Slasher, rip shit up
Got this whole thing thing mastered, sho nuff
An MC too good to be touched, John John
Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
MC inferiorities, they froze up
Ice-cold as we move on, saga unfold
Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
Caught up in a cliffhanger, yo' INS
Another code red, danger, bring out the vest
Now it's tactical warfare, it's on here
Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
Don't ever roam in the naked city
Eight million stories, none pretty, bomb 'em with the Witty Unpredictable
Conditionin' be critical
Peace to Tang, gettin' high on your physical
This next drink is a toast to your memory
When I go, how many - gon' remember me?
As high as Wu-Tang get
Allah allow us pop this -
Just like black shoe fit
If you can't wear it, well, don't - with it
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones, Gary E. Grice
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