Method Man - Even If lyrics

Yo, c'mon! Even if I died a thousand d**hs when I reserect, I'll still be Meth the jams 'ill still be def We here, me and this mic-phone be here and ain't tryna hear nothing 'cause we had it up to here lyrics have no dress code from KRS to depeche mode Kid I'm so cool you catch colds at the jump off, it's about to jump off my n***a, speak with tha hand or the gun talk. Yo, RZA, we got the clan at the front and police at the do' every exit is laced with see-4, 'bout to blow, like TRIAL I'm pa**ed out, MC's is like b**hes in thongs, they a**ed out but me the M-E-T-H the O-D, just to real I can't be touched and can't feel the monatony, take a picture of my nut sack, carbon copy that, and send it through a fax MOTHER fu*kER! New and improved Wu-Tang style Turn it up now, y'all done f**ed up now Spit flames (Five mics) BK (On site) Bring the pain (All night) Off the chain (Damn right) [Scratching by RZA] "Mister Method Man for short, Mista' Meth" "Tical, yep" "Hmmm" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon! Even if I died a thousand d**hs When I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives on My verses is like a third degree to young emcees Buzzworthy on your MTV, the k**a Bees y'all Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots Ace up my sleeve, make up like pots and pots So this is what it's come to (Huh?) Makin' shots at them kids who use to punk you (Huh?) Repititious rap sh**, don't get nowhere play ya mouth whip And n***az can't smoke wit' dry lips so chapped Bite my sh**, I'm like Kojack to get my flow back in fo' flat, I track you down like a low jack Spy 'ersus spy, eye for an I can an*lize the uncivilized Make them feel alive You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb It's okay to beast, see the tracks on my arm Motherf**er New and improved Wu-Tang style Turn it up now, y'all done f**ed up now Spit flames (Five mics) BK (On site) Bring the pain (All night) Off the chain (Damn right) [Scratching by RZA] "Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth" "Tical, yep" "Hmmm" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon! [Scratching by RZA] "Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth" "Tical, yep" "Hmmm" (repeat x2) Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!