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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
Blue Raspberry
Blue Raspberry
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Sealy
David Sealy
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Wydrycs
John Wydrycs
Mixing Engineer
RZA
RZA
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
One, two, one, two, one, two
I gets busy on 'em, I gets busy on 'em
I gets busy on 'em, I gets busy on 'em
(Let's come together for the simulation)
(Meth-tical hit 'em with the stimulation)
[Verse 2]
I got thirty-six styles on my mind, on my mind
Keep it real, Shaolin, represent one time
All my peoples, are you with me, where you at?
All my killer bees on attack, where you at?
Throw your fuckin' hands in the air if you want 'em near
If you got your gats, peel a cap for the New Year
Body devotion, what's the commotion?
Wu-Tang Clan, we attacking your emotion
Flowin' like the ocean blue
I be comin' for your (Crew)
Flying guillotine (Style) With the name up the gal
Is it goin'? Is it goin'? Is it gone?
If I ain't on your records then the shit ain't really on
One man band from the Wu-Tang Clan
Ask who the man? Goddamn, it be Method
Here I, here I am in the Clan, it's essential
Puttin' Def Jam on my records, it's on
[Verse 3]
(Let's come together for the stimulation)
(Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation)
(Can everybody feel the stimulation?)
(Meth-Tical hit 'em with the stimulation)
[Verse 4]
I'm here for you, son, I gotcha back
As long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back
Brothers want the drama but don't know how to act
Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack
Come on, let's keep it real, no disguise, recognize
I'm from a small town where **** do or **** die
That's why I'm stressin'
That brothers keep they thoughts on they lesson
Resurrect your mind from the essence, for real
Ill block, **** get robbed like by the dozen
What up, cousin? Now give a pound to that lounge ****
Peace my MZA, Killah Hills 10304 by the GZA
Got me wide, it's goin' DZA
Make my way for the ooh building
Now I'm chilling with the neighborhood villains
Thug life, it be on now
Hear the gun blaow, as I milk another cow
Let the Method show you how **** do it
I study, live the life of good, bad and ugly
Hard times caught a **** lovely, but that ain't nothing
Before I die, I'ma leave the world with something
To remember me by, the real stimuli, for you frontin'
Ass out rappers to capture
I rip the world apart like a natural disaster
I keep it live, something born in '85
I utilize my third eye, got me thinkin'
Baby, you and I should get together for whatever
You never in your long-legged life had it better better
Then you got it now, we be loungin', Tical
Word son, I like your style
[Verse 5]
(Let's come together for the simulation)
(Meth-Tical, hit 'em with the stimulation)
(Can everybody feel the stimulation?)
(Let's come together for the simulation)
[Verse 6]
Wu-Tang Clan, forever
No, we don't die, we just multiply forever and ever
And ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
[Verse 7]
Wu-Tang Clan, forever
No, we don't die, we just multiply forever and ever
And ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
[Verse 8]
Wu-Tang Clan, forever
No, we don't die, we just multiply forever and ever
And ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
[Verse 9]
I gets busy on 'em, I gets busy on 'em
I gets busy on 'em, I gets busy on 'em
I gets busy on 'em, I gets busy on 'em
I gets busy on 'em, I gets busy on 'em
[Verse 10]
Wu-Tang Clan, forever
No, we don't die, we just multiply forever and ever
And ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
[Verse 11]
Wu-Tang Clan, forever
No, we don't die, we just multiply forever and ever
Written by: Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs
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