I Get My Thang In Action

Good... Wu-Tang martial expert

There's not many, who can match up with him

He'll give you a heart condition if ya fuck around like that there

Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream

You know god damn whatever and uhhh

it's dumb and big - it's DUMB and BIG

Mira, Meth-Tical coming through with the suu

Check it out

Niggaz wanna test my steez, nigga please

I black that eye like peas, you better freeze

In your track, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killa bee's on yo back

I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack

You want it all? Yeah I want it all like that

I stab my own moms in the back for a sack

Niggaz like "DAMN, why you want it like that?"

Cuz I'ma dog, and I got no love for the cat

Attitude is cold like the North Polar cap

Where I do my dirt is a little further down the map

A little buckwylin, island called Stat

Where niggaz carry gats in there black wolly hats

Now I'm mad known for the bones and the rap

And youse an unknown with a faulty contract

Wake up and smell the Met-chod motherfukker, contact

Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack

An Indian giver and I'm out to take it back

Shoalin Island, baby where you at?

A runaway train that be running on ya track

That's how it's going down, yeah, it's going down like that

I gets my thang in action

To live, to love, to see, to learn

Yo! Tell 'em what's happening

What's happening?

I'll tell yo ass what's happening

Tell 'em what's happening

It's going on out here, brothaz ain't got no peers

And they be smokin, shuddup yo damn mouth!

I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws

Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score, nuttin'

Cuz you ain't got no points in this game, kid you frontin'

I'm home run hittin', you be buntin'

Fresh out the toilet, I got my shit together

When I'm good, I'm good, when bad, I'm better

You want it, whatever, I be the stormy weather

Rain coming down, so weatherproof your leather

Jacket, a nigga with an axe couldn't hack it

I spark 'em like a match

Coming back, it's the Met-chod, say it loud

I'm the Met-chod Man, clap yo hands, now check it

See me in the mix, rolling fat, bustin flicks

While my physical brotha came through and got me lift

Niggaz, that I walk by, give me the eye

The moment is fucking me up, killing my high

Nigga get back, ya pussy cat, I'm fearsome

Basically that, I'm all of that, and then some

While I... was out on tour, going beserk

I heard you were at the sand-box and kicking dirt

All on my name but you can't pull my file

You don't know me and you don't know my style

Coming out there like that there, YEAH

Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear

Ahhheheheh, I taught the boy everything he know

Go on you bad motherfuckaz

See I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite

Everybody needs to love Dolemite

I love Dolomite, you love Dolemite

Hey, how you doing nigga, I know you

Knowing I didn't when I did

Meth-Tical

Shit, I told the boy

If ya can't get yourself a ten

The least you can do is spark five two's

And we out, Method