Even If
Nutty Professor The Klumps Soundtrack featuring Method Man Lyrics
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Even if I died a thousand deaths
when I reserect, I'll still be Meth
the jams 'ill still be def
We here, me and this mic-phone be here
and ain't tryna hear nothing 'cause we had it
up to here
lyrics have no dress code
Kid I'm so cool you catch colds
at the jump off, it's about to jump off my nigga, speak with tha hand or the gun talk.
Yo, RZA, we got the clan at the front and police at the do' every exit is laced with see-4, 'bout to blow, like TRIAL I'm passed out,
MC's is like bitches in thongs, they assed out
but me the M-E-T-H the O-D, just to real
I can't be touched and can't feel the monatony, take a picture of my nut sack, carbon copy that, and send it through a fax
MOTHER FUCKER!
New and improved Wu-Tang style
Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now
Spit flames (Five mics)
BK (On site)
Bring the pain (All night)
Off the chain (Damn right)
[Scratching by RZA]
"Mister Method Man for short, Mista' Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
Even if I died a thousand deaths
When I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives on
My verses is like a third degree to young emcees
Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees
y'all Jacob, straight up, break up, schemes and plots
Ace up my sleeve, make up like pots and pots
So this is what it's come to (Huh?)
Makin' shots at them kids who use to punk you (Huh?)
Repititious rap shit, don't get nowhere play ya mouth whip
And niggaz can't smoke wit' dry lips so chapped
Bite my shit, I'm like Kojack to get my flow back
in fo' flat, I track you down like a low jack
Spy 'ersus spy, eye for an I can analize the uncivilized
Make them feel alive
You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb
It's okay to beast, see the tracks on my arm
Motherfucker
New and improved Wu-Tang style
Turn it up now, y'all done fucked up now
Spit flames (Five mics)
BK (On site)
Bring the pain (All night)
Off the chain (Damn right)
[Scratching by RZA]
"Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
[Scratching by RZA]
"Just the Method Man we sought, Mister Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm" (repeat x2)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
The song "Even If" by Method Man is a powerful statement about his confidence in his rap skills and his ability to remain relevant even if he were to die and come back to life a thousand times. He insists that his rhymes will always be "def" and that he is unstoppable. He references other artists like KRS-One and Depeche Mode, suggesting that his style is so versatile that it can appeal to fans of different genres. Method Man also alludes to the violent tendencies of his Wu-Tang Clan crew, suggesting that they are ready to fight and protect themselves at any moment.
The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "New and improved Wu-Tang style," suggesting that Method Man and his crew have a unique and innovative approach to their music. They are not content to stick to the same old formulas and are always looking for new ways to push the boundaries of hip-hop. The verse also includes lyrics about overcoming obstacles and staying true to one's values, even in the face of adversity.
Overall, "Even If" is a powerful and confident statement about Method Man's place in the rap world. He is a force to be reckoned with, and he knows it.
Line by Line Meaning
Even if I died a thousand deaths
No matter how many setbacks I face, I will still come back stronger
When I resurrect, through my first born, my name lives on
If I do fall, I will come back stronger - embodying the resilience of my ancestors
My verses is like a third degree to young emcees
My flow is so hot and compelling it burns through less talented rappers
Buzzworthy on your MTV, the Killa Bees
My music is causing a commotion, and everyone knows to pay attention to the Killa Bees (my Wu-Tang Clan affiliation)
Bite my shit, I'm like Kojack to get my flow back
If anyone tries to steal my style, I am like Kojack (a detective) in tracking them down and taking back what's mine
in fo' flat, I track you down like a low jack
I am relentless in pursuing anyone who tries to copy or steal from me
You know right from wrong, so know I'm the bomb
You know that my talent and music is undeniable and that I am a force to be reckoned with
It's okay to beast, see the tracks on my arm
I have worked hard for my success, and the evidence of that is the marks from recording sessions (tracks) on my arm
Spit flames (Five mics), BK (On site), Bring the pain (All night), Off the chain (Damn right)
My music is fire (receiving top ratings), I am a Brooklyn (BK) native, and my performance will be intense and unforgettable
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, NYDRIN MUSIC, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: CLIFFORD SMITH, COREY WOODS, DENNIS DAVID COLES, GARY E. GRICE, JASON HUNTER, LAMONT HAWKINS, PETER WINSTON FRANCIS, ROBERT F. DIGGS, RUSSELL T. JONES
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