I Get My Thang In Action

(Good, Wu-Tang, martial expert)

(There's not many who can match up with him)

(Give you a heart condition if you fuck around like that there)

(Tell you it ain't no good for the bloodstream)

(You know goddamn whatever and uh)

(It's dumb and big, it's dumb and big)

Mira

Meth-Tical

Comin' through with the shoe

Check it out

**** wanna test my steez

****, please

I black that eye like peas

You'd better freeze

In your tracks

A Wu-Tang killer bee's on your back

I comes for the honey plus the phat money sack

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

I'd stab my own moms in the back for a stack

**** like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" (Why is that?)

'Cause I'm a dog and I got no love for the cat

Attitude's cold like the north polar caps

Where I do my dirt's a little further down the map (Is that so?)

A little buck-wildin' island called Stat'

Where **** carry gats in they Black Moon hats

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

And you's an unknown with a faulty contract

Wake up and smell the Method motherfucking contacts

Villain in the cypher when I'm throwin' head cracks

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

Shaolin Island, baby, where you at?

A runaway train that be runnin' on your track

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

I get my thang in action

To live, to love, to see, to learn

Yo, tell 'em what's happening

(What's happening?)

(I'll tell your ass what's happening)

(Tell 'em what's happening)

(It's goin' on out here)

(Brother ain't got no peers)

(And they smokin' funny)

(Shut up your damn mouth)

I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws

Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score

Nothing, 'cause you ain't got no points in this game

Kid, you fronting, I'm home-run hitting, you be bunting

Fresh off the toilet, I got my shit together

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

You want it? Whatever, I'll be the stormy weather

Rain comin' down so weatherproof your leather

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

I spark 'em like a match, comin' back

It's the Method, say it loud, the Method

Man, clap your hands, now check it

See me in the mix, rollin' fat, busting flicks

While my physical brother came through and got me licks

**** that I walk by give me the eye

The moment is fucking me up, killing my high

****, get back, you pussy cat, I'm fearsome

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

While I was out on tour going berserk

I heard you was at the sandbox and kickin' dirt

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

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

Comin' out there like that there, yeah

Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear

(Ah, I taught the boy everything he know)

(Go on, you bad motherfuckers)

(See, I told you that kid go back to that Dolemite)

(Everybody needs to love Dolemite)

(I love Dolemite, you love Dolemite)

(Hey, how you doing, ****, I know you)

(Know what I did when I did)

(Meth-Tical)

(Shit, I told the boy)

(If you can't get yourself a ten)

(The least you can do is fuck five twos)

(And we out, Method)