Lyric I Get My Thang in Action
"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 (bzzz) 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 (uhh)
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!)
[Method Man]
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 (ssskt)
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 beserk
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, YEAHHHH
Even Grizzly Adams couldn t bear
(Ahhheheh, 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
Shiiit, 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)
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 (bzzz) 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 (uhh)
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!)
[Method Man]
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 (ssskt)
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 beserk
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, YEAHHHH
Even Grizzly Adams couldn t bear
(Ahhheheh, 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
Shiiit, 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)
