Tical - Method Man

«You've been lucky… I wish I got you last time

En garde, I’ll let you try my Wu-Tang style.»

«I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let’s begin then!»

+ (and others)

From the tip top?

(Aiyyo aiyyo, what the fuck’s up with light dude?)

Yup, one two (no doubt, no doubt)

One two one two

Yo one two, uh, one two one two (yeah, we gon' be up in that)

Ah one two, uh, one two one two (yeah light that shit up)

Ah one two yo, check me out

What’s that shit that they be smokin'?

Tical… tical, tical

Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical

What’s that shit that they be smokin'?

Tical… tical, tical

Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical

Check it, I got styles, all of 'em sick

Niggas ain’t fit to walk a mile in the dead man’s kicks

I make 'em shit about a pile of bricks to show

He ain’t nothing but another unknown John Doe

That wanna flow, here it is, coming up shit’s creek

I come to throw monkey wrenches in your program, sleep

And I’ma grow like a rash on ya nasty ass

In a whip, with no brakes and I’m hitting the gas

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, take a look in the sky

Method Man on some shit, niggas call me The Fly

'Cause my style dates back to hopping turnstiles

Pay ya fare, if ya cutie in the chair, you can bet I’ll

Get severe on the double, I harass it

I don’t look for trouble, I’m already trouble

Ya bastard, check the wicked flows that I crafted

I’m another deadly venom style to be mastered

By a psychopathic, way beyond an average

Joe, with a hellafied flow, there ya have it

What’s that shit that they be smokin'?

Tical… tical, tical

Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical

What’s that shit that they be smokin'?

Tical… tical, tical

Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical

One two, uh, one two one two

One two, uh, one two one two

One two, uh, one two one two

One two, uh, check it out

What goes off?

What goes on?

The Meth shit

That we got is to stay high, no question

Lethal weapon, ain’t no time for half steppin''

When brothers start wettin' everything in ya section

Move that, niggas came strapped, should’ve knew that

Do that, pussycat rap, boy, I’ll screw that

To' up, from the flow up, don’t even show up

To the battle, I heard you rattle, now hold up

Is there a fucking snake in my garden?

Starvin' for a rap treat, steppin' on my feet

Pardon your delf, before ya find your delf

In a fucked up situation, without no help

I’m not playin' 'cause I don’t play with nobody goddamn kid

Know what I’m sayin'?

I’m peeling niggas wigs

I be sprayin' brothers with words

'Cause I gotta spit proooob…

Tical… tical, tical

Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical

What’s that shit that they be smokin'?

Tical… tical, tical

Pass it over here… tical… tical, tical

One two uh, one two one two

One two uh… (stick a fat tical in your butt, yeah baby fuckin with tical)

(Yeah, niggas better recognize… tical…)