Method Man (feat. Method Man, Raekwon, GZA, RZA & Ghostface Killah) - Wu-Tang Clan: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Method Man (feat. Method Man, Raekwon, GZA, RZA & Ghostface Killah)

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Method Man (feat. Method Man, Raekwon, GZA, RZA & Ghostface Killah) fue lanzado el 9 de noviembre de 1993 por RCA/Legacy como parte del álbum Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

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DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Method Man

Voz principal

Raekwon

Voces

GZA

Voces

RZA

Voces

Ghostface Killah

Ghostface Killah

Voces

4th Disciple

Scratching

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Clifford Smith

Autoría

Robert Diggs

Autoría

Prince Rakeem

Arreglista

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Ethan Ryman

Ingeniería

RZA

Producción

Chris Gehringer

Chris Gehringer

Masterización

Letra

[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: Method Man, Robert Diggs

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