Shaolin What - Method Man

I’m the bastard, the total package like Lex Luger

Pull a sting like a yellow jacket, makin manuever

through the slum nigga Iron Lung, ladies and gentlemen

Welcome to my torture chamber, pit and the pendulum

Foul play, T 2000 be Judgement Day

Face millenium — hell to pay

My knuckles soft from these Star Wars of Han Solo;

southpaw

Ring your bell like it’s Quasimodo — what is the law?

Stay hardcore my Clan logo, move to quik to catch a photo

Jettin on land like Jet Moto

Now we roll up on the conduit

These niggaz actin like they been through it;

as if they heart beat the truest

I +Can't Lose+ like +Parker Lewis+, set in my ways

Got you corny niggaz askin who is.

Johnny Blaze?

Get a late pass stankin-ass (ha) sucker ass

Now you sufferin like succotash (wha-what-what) while Johnny Cash

makin moves on your moneybag, I’m strip clubbin

Stickin hundreds in yo’honey ass;

my brothers buggin

in the background, holdin me down, watchin these clowns

as they eyeball I pay it no mind — gettin high y’all

Look at the scaffold, the night tall

Rap infected get the Lysol, to disinfect it You don’t know me or my effin Method

That’s the shit that made me ticked

When I throw the pitch, how many catch it?

Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill

Port Richmond, Now Borne Jungle Nils

One mo’gaen — hit me with that SHIT they be smokin

Got Cali niggaz loc’n, New York niggaz open

John Jay phenomenon, the mega-bomb

Transformed into firearm (pow) like Megatron

You get stepped on and shit upon, I’m still calm

knowin brothers wanna do me harm — Shaolin what?

(Shaolin what, huh?)

Y’all niggaz make room for daddy, for real

(Holla if you hear me)

We got love for those that got love for us

(Show your lust; your best bet is to roll with us)

Now go to your room (hang it up)