"I Get My Thang In Action" lyrics

"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 god damn whatever and uh
It's dumb and big -- it's dumb and big)
Mira, Meth-Tical coming through with the suu
(Lie in cut for y'all)
Check it out

Niggas wanna test my steez, nigga please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
In your tracks, a Wu-Tang (bzzz) killer bee's on ya 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 (uh)
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 they 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 ya track
That's how it's going down, yeah, it's going down

I gets my thang in action
To live, to love, to see, to learn
Yo! Tell 'em what's happening!

(What's happening?
I'll tell yo' ass what's happening
Tell 'em what's happening
It's going on out here - brothers ain't got no peers
And they smoking funny - shut up yo' 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 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 coming down, so weatherproof you're leather
Jacket, a nigga with a axe couldn't hack it
I spark 'em like a match (ssskt)
Coming back it's the Met-chod, say it loud
I'm the Met-chod, Man - clap yo' hands, now check it
See me in the mix, rolling fat, busting 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, ya 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 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 there like that there, yeah
Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bear

(Ah heheh, 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 nigga, I know you
Knowing 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 fuck five twos
And we out, Method)