Step By Step
Method Man Lyrics


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[Method Man]

This goes out

to all the big head niggaz

And all them big head bitches
You know my steez o

Yo yo yo yo

Deadly melodic robotic steez o blur your optic

So you can't see the topic condition combo

Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo

Head honcho like Eastwood gun in my pancho

Another bad desperado trapped inbetween

the hills and the El Dorados but you can't do that

Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak

Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback

is when I condemn men, to purgatory

Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories

in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner

Blood stain on my track record, top gunner

Chorus: Method Man

You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit

Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this

Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip

Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her

("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)

Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

[Method Man]

Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender

No retreat no surrender, head trauma

Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor

Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session

With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section

with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit

E Double up dammit, Iron Lung

flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know

It's time that I take advantage, take command yo

Cops caught me red-handed

Blood On the Dance Floor

or was it Michael Jackson

Fuck it, time for some action

Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening

Chorus 2X

[Method Man]

Before she get her back blown

Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin

Automate and keep it goin, right and exact

Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan

Jack Frost, leave em frozen

Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan

Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin

At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision

And split decision, tell your old folk

and your children what I'm dealin

Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain

Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers

Chorus

This one, is dedicated to my big head niggaz

And all them big head bitches





All them big head bitches

Overall Meaning

In "Step By Step," Method Man delivers rapid-fire verses filled with wordplay, references to pop culture figures, and boastful lyrics about his skills on the mic. He sets the tone immediately by addressing his message to "all the big head niggaz / And all them big head bitches," referencing the size of their egos. He then boasts about his "deadly melodic robotic steez," which he says will blur the listener's optics so they can't see the topic of his rhymes. He compares himself to Alonzo from the movie Training Day and to Clint Eastwood's character in The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.


Line by Line Meaning

This goes out
This song is dedicated to


to all the big head niggaz
to all the people with big egos


And all them big head bitches
And all the women with big egos


You know my steez o
You know my style


Deadly melodic robotic steez o blur your optic
My style is deadly and melodic, it blurs your vision


So you can't see the topic condition combo
So you can't understand the situation at hand


Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo
I bring fire to your morning like Alonzo Mourning


Head honcho like Eastwood gun in my pancho
I'm the boss like Eastwood with my gun in my poncho


Another bad desperado trapped inbetween the hills and the El Dorados but you can't do that
I'm a bad outlaw stuck between the hills and El Dorados, but you can't stop me from doing what I do


Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak
Welcome to a game of chance, where Pat Sajak is not around


Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback is when I condemn men, to purgatory
I often challenge these people, and the biggest revenge I can get is to send them to purgatory


Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories
I write about doing people in, I have eight million stories to tell


in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
I'm Method Man, a Blade Runner operating in the open


Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
My reputation is stained with blood, I'm the best gunner around


You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
You know it's really good now, just a little bit, oh yeah


Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
I can't stop now, it's really difficult, what's going on


Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
Make them bow down, it's where I belong, I have more power


Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
Maintain control, teach her a lesson


Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Slowly but surely


Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender
Check what I'm planning, it will blow your mind


No retreat no surrender, head trauma
I won't back down, even if it causes head trauma


Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor
I would rather die than suffer dishonor, I'm strong and well protected


Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session
I'm like an undetected stealth bomber, I'll destroy the session


With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section
With my perfect plan, I'll hit your area


with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit E Double up dammit, Iron Lung flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know
With my connections to Def Squad, I have the backing of the Green-Eyed Bandit and E Double. My rap style is tough like a knuckle sandwich.


It's time that I take advantage, take command yo
It's time for me to seize the opportunity and take charge


Cops caught me red-handed Blood On the Dance Floor or was it Michael Jackson
The police caught me in the act, was it for violent crimes or like Michael Jackson's scandal?


Fuck it, time for some action Check my Re-Runs and see What's Happening
Forget that, let's start doing something. Look at my previous actions and see what's been going on


Before she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin
Before she cheats, jealous men get angry and confront me, but now I'm getting ready for their next move


Automate and keep it goin, right and exact Running track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan
Keep it automatic and make it flow, perfect and exact. Run the rap game like Jesse Owens ran the track, catch them with my catchphrase


Jack Frost, leave em frozen Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan
I'm cold as Jack Frost, leaving my opponents frozen. I spit fire without any censorship or worry, protecting myself like Trojan


Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision And split decision, tell your old folk and your children what I'm dealin
I put in work with my writing, I never stop spitting game. I can handle any kind of confrontation. With my precise aim, I make split decisions. Tell everyone what I'm up to


Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers
I'm the villain with the good rhymes. Until the next time I see you, motherfuckers.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: WILEY BROOKS, JERROLYN MEERS

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@thiagosape2738

This goes out
to all the big head niggaz
And all them big head bitches
You know my steez-o

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic
So you can't see the topic, condition combo
Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo
Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho
Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween
the hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that
Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak
Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback
is when I condemn men, to purgatory
Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories
in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
Blood stain on my track record, top gunner

[Chorus: Method Man]

You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit

[Method Man]
Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender
No retreat no surrender, head trauma
Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor
Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session
With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section
with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit
E Double up dammit, Iron Lung
flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know
It's time that I take advantage, take command yo
Cops caught me red-handed
Blood On the Dance Floor
or was it Michael Jackson
Fuck it, time for some action
Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening

[Chorus 2X]

[Method Man]
Before she get her back blown
Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin
Automate and keep it goin, right and exact
Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan
Jack Frost, leave em frozen
Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan
Hand writtin ass whippin, I keep spittin
At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision
And split decision, tell your old folk
and your children what I'm dealin
Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain
Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers



All comments from YouTube:

@Sensaye25

This is a ill song, and that album seems to have gotten better with time. People didn't appreciate how good it was.

@mattsmiff1753

true, that 'suspect chin music' track...forgetta bout it

@mare_11

Such a timeless classic, the hook is so catchy

@jeissonzamudio510

El mejor rapero!!

@christophernelson1781

Classic! Track. One of my favourite line's was. Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories in the naked Mr. Method, blade runner blood stain on my track record, top gunner.

@kathleenvines9323

2020 Still🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥

@justinjasper2443

Right, Wu is timeless. They are the face of not mainstream nor underground but real hip hop.

@shookrepeatedly6119

this joint never gets old

@posajnejkwahb

Extremely underrated song

@Vendetta760

One of my favorite songs by Method Man.... !!!

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