I Get My Thang in Action

[Intro] "Good.. Wu-Tang martial expert There's not many, who can match up with him" (He'll 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 uhh It's dumb and big—it's dumb and big) Mira, Meth-Tical comin' through with the suu (Lie in cut for y'all) Check it out [Verse 1] Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please I black that eye like peas, you better freeze In your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) Killa Beez 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 stab my own moms in the back for a stack Niggas like, "Damn, why you want it like that?" (Why is that?) 'Cause I'm a dog, and I got no love for the cat (Uhh) Attitude's cold like the North polar cap Where I do my dirt's a little further down the map (Is that so?) A little buck wilding, Island called Stat' Where niggas carry gats in their Black Moon hat 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 Met-chod motherfucker contact Villain in the cypher from the foe when head crack An Indian giver and I'm out to take it back Shaolin Island, baby, where you at? A runaway train that be running on your track That's how it's goin' down, yeah, it's goin' down [Chorus] I gets my thang in action To live, to love, to see, to learn Yo! Tell 'em what's happenin! [Break] (What's happenin'? I'll tell yo' ass what's happenin' Tell em what's happenin' It's goin on out here - brothers ain't got no peers And they smokin' funny - shuddup yo' damn mouth!) [Verse 2] I swing funky rap routines and tap the jaws Spot ya twenty points and you still can't score Nuttin - 'cause you ain't got no points in this game, kid, you frontin' I'm home run hitting, you be bunting 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'll be the stormy weather Rain comin' down, so weatherproof you're leather Jacket, a nigga with an axe couldn't hack it I spark 'em like a match (ssskt) Coming back it's the Metchod, say it louder, the Metchod Man—clap your hands, now check it See me in the mix, rollin fat, bustin' flicks While my physical brother came through and got me lift Niggas, that I walk by, give me the eye The moment is fucking me up, killing my high Nigga, get back, you pussy cat, I'm fearsome Basically that, I'm all of that and then some While I, was out on tour, but went beserk I heard you was at the sandbox 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 dere like dat dere, yeah Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear [Outro] (Ahhheheh, I taught the boy everything he know Go on you bad motherfucker 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 doin', nigga, I know you Knowin' I didn't when I did Meth-Tical Shit, I told the boy If you can't get yourself a ten, the least you can do is spark five twos And we out, Method)