just like seventies goofballs he's waiting on last calls well listen to method man 'cause if you leave on the last line don't leave on the ground
is I feel better when I sing Burdens are lifted from me That's my voice rising So Michael, please keep the tape rolling Boys keep strumming those guitars
whole crew's fresh out the bars Diggler, AKA the Cab Driver Drop him off in the middle of fire Dirty Island, drag bodies to the murderland Knock niggas out hurtin' my hand [Method
this and glow like fluorescent [Incomprehensible] is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to think That the earth can absorb water, hai! Hai! Yo yo, methods
How come you have three guitars? 3, 2, 1, liftoff, jetpack, shoot into space Represent the dot till were blue in the face Fre-fre-fresher than tooth-
Edgar Allan Poe But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-lou No banja-lo was played, I means banjo betrayed so the guitar, had to take the bitch
method of living that I know I see only the basic materials I may use If you ask me, I may tell you It's been this way for years I play my red guitar
may tell you It's been this way for years I play my red guitar It's the devil in the flesh It's the iron in my soul I play my red guitar It's the devil
hills where love chills He told me, "Son, follow me and I will come to you" He told me, "Son, follow me and I will come to you" My method is wild,
The blade is much colder, slaughter house, lava shit boiling point Molten rocky, mountain cocky Guitar string, four star, ninja claw to the jaw Of course
days But here comes the Method Man, a.k.a. Johnny Blaze! Wolverine you can't hang, when Tical does his thang Paralize you with the venom from the Method
method' (Chuck Berry) The 'thirteen question method' is the one to use The 'thirteen question method' is the one to use The 'thirteen question method
She pays no mind to methods you employ She wants a big city man, not a country boy Go get your long hair cut Scrape the mood off your boots Wash the hell
I walk a lonely road The only one that I have ever known Don't know where it goes But it's home to me and I walk alone I walk this empty street On the
Got voodoo from our stars We got a deadly weapon We call it Bri's guitar There's a method to my madness It's something only time will tell There's a method
And search for the antibotic, I hook on cigarettes and coffee Like you should get hooked on phonics Before the thought of approach crosses your mind I find your method
spins away Lost in a whirling dervish ballet Musicians playing out of tune In perfect harmony Traveling down the sandy track Compass in hand, guitar
blue in the face fre-fre-fresher than toothpaste you know how we do in the place the crowd accumulates when he's tuning the bass the fiddle and guitar
