Wednesday

Wu-Tang Clan - "Method Man"






















[The b-side of the first official Wu-Tang Clan 12" and a highlight of their debut album, "Method Man" is the perfect mix of cinematic atmosphere and party-rockin' funkiness. RZA's piano loop sets a steady groove, the beat kicks, and Meth rhymes over it like he's been preparing for this moment his whole life. Then, two-thirds of the way in, the breakdown hits. A quick spoken aside, eight measures of infectious shout-along debauchery, then the beat swoops back in and (as they say on TV) resistance is futile. The final verse blasts away, and the listener has no choice but to revel in the finest groove Staten Island has ever delivered. Like the Man says, this is, in fact, "the jam".]

spoken intro:
(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)

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

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' 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 will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like "Oh shit, that's the jam!"
Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-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, wrappin' shit like Saran
Wrap,
with some of this and some of that
Hold up, (what?) I tawt I tat a putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said, this aint your average flow
Comin' like Ra, ooh ah, achie kah
Tell me how ya 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

(All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
Don't forget your forty
And we gonna do it like this...)

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

Uhh, 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 behaviour, savior, or major flavor
All of the above, oh yeah, plus I do so
Also flam, I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, Su-per Sperm (check it)
Check it, I give it to ya raw, butt naked
I smell sess, pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang, dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I thump
Make girls' rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, 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 cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh, I be the super sperm
Chim chiminey chim chim cheree
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' motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see right through
Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all. 'cause you vicked
And ya didn't have friends to begin with
I'm the:

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

Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

spoken outro:

Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm
Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid...

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