Lyrics Even If - Method Man
Yo,
c'mon!
Even
if
I
died
a
thousand
deaths
When
I
resurrect
I'll
still
be
Meth
The
jams
will
still
be
def
I'm
here,
me
and
this
mic-phone,
we
here
And
ain't
tryin'
to
hear
nothin'
cuz
we
had
it
up
to
here
(What?)
Lyrics
have
no
dress
code
(yeah)
From
KRS
to
Depeche
Mode
Hit
them
so
cool
you
cats
cold
Had
to
jump
off,
it's
about
to
jump
off
My
niggaz
speak
with
they
hands
or
the
gun
talk
Yo
RZA,
we
got
the
Clan
in
the
front
and
police
at
the
door
Every
exit
is
laced
with
C-4
about
to
blow
Life
trial
I'm
passed
out
MC's
is
like
bitches
in
thongs
- they
assed
out
But
me,
the
M-E-T-H-
the
O-D
Just
too
real,
I
can't
be
touched
and
can't
feel
The
monotony
in
rap,
take
a
picture
of
my
nut
sac
Carbon
copy
that
and
send
your
crew
a
fax
Motherfucker
1-
New
and
improved
Wu-Tang
style
Turn
it
up
now,
y'all
done
fucked
up
now
Spit
flames
(Five
mics)
Peep
game
(On
site)
Bring
the
pain
(All
night)
Off
the
chain
(Damn
right)
"It's
the
Method
Man
for
short
Mister
Meth"
"Tical-lion"
"Hmmm"
Yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
c'mon!
Even
if
I
died
a
thousand
deaths
When
I
resurrect,
through
my
first
born,
my
name
lives
on
My
words
is
like
a
third
degree
to
young
emcees
Buzzworthy
on
your
MTV,
the
Killa
Bees
John
Jacob,
straight
up,
break
up,
schemes
and
plots
Ace
up
my
sleeve,
bake
up
pies
in
pots
So
this
is
what
it's
come
to
(Huh?)
Lickin'
shots
at
them
kids
that
used
to
punk
you
(Huh?)
Repetitious
rap
shit,
don't
get
no
air
play
ya
mouth
whip
And
niggaz
can't
smoke
wit'
dry
lips
so
chapped
Bite
my
shit,
I'm
like
Kojack
to
get
my
flow
back
In
fo'
flat,
I
track
you
down
like
a
low
jack
Spy
spy,
eye
for
an
eye
can
I
penalize
the
uncivilized
Make
'em
civilized
You
know
right
from
wrong,
so
know
I'm
the
bomb
Who
don't
beef
for
beats,
see
the
tracks
on
my
arm
Motherfucker
Repeat
1
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2
Yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
c'mon!
Repeat
2
Repeat
2
Repeat
2
Yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
c'mon!
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