Lyrical Breakdown of Method Man - Remix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Method Man - Remix" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how Method Man weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Method Man - Remix" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Method Man employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Chorus:

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

Hey you get off my clooud

Let me get raw with my southpaw style

Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba

It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the buddha

Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes

I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk

Double-barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper

Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa

Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up

Took one, added seven more now you eight up

Get on down wit' your bad self

Get on down, listen to the sound, come on

Few can ever get this whole commit legit

See you all up in my dick

But you don't know shit, uh-huh

What's your definition of a real emcee

From what you dedicated, hey it must be me

Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip-hop

I go on to the break of dawn, and just don't stop

Give me the green light, and the sign one way

Have you had your meth today

Huh, move it in, move it out

Stick it in, pull it out

Shake it up, shake it down

Come on down, Meth-Tical

Oh I often pray that I will

But today I am still

Just a...

Chorus

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

Rrrappers can't get with the style extra wicked

Rap flow is bangin' like butter on a biscuit

A tisket, a tasket I'm not tryin' to have it

Mic flow show up and try to grab it

I breaks it down, I gets loud for my crowd

Filthy, dirty like a worm underground

Turn into a crazy early bird, that's my word

Before I kick the bucket I'm a kick 'em to the dirt

Check out the cloud, smoke out from the mouth

Other brothers got mad love (?) style for the hood, hey

Enter the square if you dare

Without a fro, I'm so raw that I'm real

I'm goin' to the country, I'm goin' to the fair

To see the senorita, with flowers in her hair

And get mine, cuz she love me long time

Bartender bring more wine

Get in line for the...

Chorus

M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

Wu-Tang, killer bees on the swarm, it ain't safe no more

1994, the rugged raw