Method Man — Tical

[Intro Music: Modest Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition] [Intro 1: Kung fu movie samples] *sounds of fighting* "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!" [Intro 2: Method] + (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 [Hook: Method Man] 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 [Verse 1: Method Man] 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 [Hook: Method Man] 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 [Break: Method Man] 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 [Verse 2: Method Man] 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... [Hook: Method Man] 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 [Outro: Method Man] 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...)