Killin
Method Man Lyrics


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(News Lady)
Good news Hip Hoppers
The big alert has been called off
It turns out that the early reports were wrong ALL wrong
Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin home
Sorry bout that!
I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song
Yeah do that uh huh uh uh UH
Yes what what what what what what what?
What what what what what what UH
Yea yea yea (if you don't, lay back)
Raider Ruckus (you catch a lazy jack) Carlton Fisk
(Yaknahmean) Huh, one.. two.. (Shaolin What?)
Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works
Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse
Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts
I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd feet first
Meant it when i said it, lungs Bring the Pain son
without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic
needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickle
Bust back, take em wit you
Survival of the Fittest, and the world out to get us
I feel it in my bones, I can feel it
in my testosterone, when it's on
Stat', bring it back, hard rap for you pussy-cat
Cognac off the meat rack, where the pussy at?
Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy
Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like
In the Heat of the Night, I crash individuals
Splash on the mic, air-tight with the lyrical
Chorus: Method
(Nigga run with it, have fun with it
load your gun with it, and be done with it)
Welcome to the Killin' Field, with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes
[Method Man]
It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend
of herbs and spices on mic divices, murder men
Make em mices, I recommend, somethin that's priceless
For you rap hooligans, claimin you nicest
Call it what you like kid, you can even call
a psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer
amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini
Word to bad bird that fucked nerds in bikinis
Ob-serve, lyrical flows you being served from the gizzard
Pluckin your nerves with nouns and verbs
From the ghettoes to the suburbs, I must be heard
Niggaz get what niggaz deserve
You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group for solo
Bloody up my next promo
With the blood of the next bozo, clown ass niggaz be loco
Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa
Chorus
Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettlepot, Twisted Metal
bust shots til the beef settle, forget me not
City nights get a nigga hyped, scar his life
Send him back, now he Poltergeist, ghost!
Tell him, who the number one rap most, huh?
Verbal overdose leave him comatose, huh?
The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickle
Bust back and take em wit you, eye for eye
Never lie, crossin my heart, hopin you die
Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired
I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that
They need gas, cockin heat back, be out like Freejack
The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed
Who that nigga, burn biscuit and spit flame
Leave no witness, in the fast lane with shady bitches
that only want me for my riches, I know your steez
Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees
from this ravenous, emcees be yappin
Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jams that's closed captioned
for hearing impaired, they get a share, now what's happenin?
Money to share, that's why we're here
and you actin like we can't eat, like y'all eat
Now we scrappin, out in the street, I know your crew's
hardheaded motherfuckers and I'm just like you
Chorus
Welcome to the Killin' Field, with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes
[Method Man]
I been in the ghetto all my life
I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse




YouknowhatI'msayin, that's for life nigga, why'know?
Til death do us part...

Overall Meaning

The song "Killin' Fields" by Method Man is a track from his debut album, "Tical," which was released in 1994. The lyrics reference a news report about a false "big alert" being called off, leading into the song as a sort of consolation for those who were impacted by the false alarm. Method Man opens the track with a boastful introduction of himself and other Wu-Tang Clan members before launching into the first verse. In his confrontational and aggressive style, Method Man brags about his poetic abilities and makes references to his struggles in the ghetto.


Throughout the song, he uses violent and aggressive language to portray himself as a fearless and skilled rapper. He also critiques the rap industry and proclaims his dedication to his craft. The chorus, sung by Method Man, emphasizes the violent nature of the lyrics as he urges listeners to "load your gun with it" and "be done with it."


Despite the violent content and aggressive tone of "Killin' Fields," the song remains a popular track among Method Man's fans. It has been cited as an influential track in the development of the rap genre and has been sampled in numerous other songs. The song continues to be performed by Method Man and other members of the Wu-Tang Clan in their live performances.


Line by Line Meaning

(News Lady)
A news lady announces that a big alert has been canceled and apologizes for those who had a tough time getting home.


Yea yea yea (if you don't, lay back)
If you can't handle the heat, just step back and relax.


Shoes full of dirt, kickin sand on your works
Method Man is going hard and leaving a trail of destruction behind him.


Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse
His bars are so lethal that they can cause harm and even legal troubles for those targeted.


Live in concert, kids comin out they shirts
Crowds go wild for his performances, with fans enthusiastically expressing their love and excitement.


I'm hyped now, jumpin in the crowd feet first
The energy is so high that Method Man jumps into the crowd, fully immersed in the moment.


Meant it when i said it, lungs Bring the Pain son
Method Man's classic song 'Bring the Pain' is the real deal, and he stands by every word he raps.


without the anesthetic, make em look pathetic
His rhymes hit hard and leave other rappers exposed and embarrassed without any protection.


needin help from paramedic, Hot with the Nickle
Method Man's rhymes are so hot that they cause injuries that require medical attention.


Bust back, take em wit you
He brings competition down with him, never backing down from a challenge.


Survival of the Fittest, and the world out to get us
He's in a dog-eat-dog world where only the strongest survive and it feels like the whole world is against him.


I feel it in my bones, I can feel it
Method Man senses the intense competition and high stakes in the rap game.


Cognac off the meat rack, where the pussy at?
Looking for a good time, Method Man asks where the party's at and where the ladies are.


Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy
Method Man's success frustrates other rappers to the point that they'll even vent to their mothers about it.


In the Heat of the Night, I crash individuals
He's on fire and steamrolling over anyone who gets in his way.


Splash on the mic, air-tight with the lyrical
Method Man flows effortlessly and dominates the mic, leaving no room for error.


Welcome to the Killin' Field, with Johnny Dangerous
Method Man sets the tone for the track as a place of destruction and danger.


Headbanger Boogie niggaz, goin through changes
He amps up the energy, inspiring listeners to thrash around with reckless abandon.


It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend
Everything Method Man creates begins with his writing process, using his specific style, and formula for success.


of herbs and spices on mic divices, murder men
His rhymes are like a lethal mix of herbs and spices, and they are deadly to his competition.


Call it what you like kid, you can even call, a psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer
His skills are unmatched, and he cannot be predicted or intimidated, even if you called in supernatural support.


amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini
Method Man is among the greats of hip hop, and he proves to have a longer career and impact than expected.


Ob-serve, lyrical flows you being served from the gizzard
Method Man serves up his rhymes from the gut, delivering them raw and unfiltered.


From the ghettoes to the suburbs, I must be heard
Method Man's message spreads far and wide, and he demands attention from every corner of society.


Niggaz get what niggaz deserve
He believes in karma and that people reap what they sow.


Bloody up my next promo, With the blood of the next bozo
He'll use the blood of his next victim to announce his upcoming projects.


Puffin on lye, cuckoo for cocoa
He indulges in marijuana and is crazy for the plant.


Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettlepot, Twisted Metal
Things are heating up, such that it feels like a boiling kettle or a game filled with violent chaos.


Verbal overdose leave him comatose
Method Man's rhymes are so strong that they can have a physically debilitating effect on his opponents.


The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickle
Method Man's voice is like gold but his lyrics are fire, and he'll come after anyone in his path.


Bust back and take em wit you, eye for eye
He's willing to fight fire with fire, retaliating against anyone who tries to take him down.


Now we scrappin, out in the street, I know your crew's
Method Man and his competition are in an all-out war, where only one will win.


I been in the ghetto all my life
Method Man has been through the toughest times and come out on top.


Til death do us part...
He lives and breathes hip hop and will do so until his dying day.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, DERRICK R. L. HARRIS

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