The founders of the Wu-Tang Clan were RZA, GZA, and Ol' Dirty Bastard, who had previously formed the group Force of the Imperial Master (later known as All In Together Now after the release of a popular single by that name). The group attracted the attention of some notable figures in the industry, including Biz Markie, but did not manage to secure a record deal. After the crew dissolved, GZA and RZA (then known as Prince Rakeem) embarked on their solo careers with Cold Chillin' Records and Tommy Boy Records respectively, but to little success. Their frustration with the workings of the hip hop music industry would provide the main inspiration to Wu-Tang Clan's revolutionary business plan. According to The Wu-Tang Manual, at the group's inception, RZA promised the members that if he had total control of the Wu-Tang empire, it would conquer the hip hop world within a dynastic cycle, after which he would relinquish his total control.
Wu-Tang Clan was gradually assembled in late 1992 from friends and accomplices from around Staten Island, New York, with RZA as the de-facto leader and the group's main producer. Two of the cousins, GZA (pronounced Jizza) and RZA (pronounced Rizza), created their new Wu-Tang aliases by mimicking the sound that the words "genius" and "razor" would make when scratched on a turntable.
"Wu-Tang" comes from the name of the Taoist holy mountain Wu Dang in northwest Hubei Province in central China; it was also the site of the Ming Dynasty Purple Imperial City built during the reign of the Yongle Emperor in the early 15th century. RZA and Ol' Dirty Bastard adopted the name for the group after seeing the kung fu film Shaolin and Wu Tang, which features a school of warriors trained in Wu-Tang style. The group's debut album loosely adopted a Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang theme, dividing the album into Shaolin and Wu-Tang sections and using dialogue excerpts as skits.
The group have also developed various backronyms for the name (as hip hop pioneers like KRS-One and Big Daddy Kane did with their names), including "We Usually Take All the Niggas' Garments," "Witty Unpredictable Talent and Natural Game" and "Wisdom, Universe, Truth, Allah, Nation, and God".
Method Man has also mentioned that the "Wu" is the sound a sword makes when cutting through the air, and "Tang" is the sound it makes against a shield.
The Clan first became known to hip hop fans, and to major record labels, in 1993 (see 1993 in music) following the release of the independent single "Protect Ya Neck", which immediately gave the group a sizeable underground following. Though there was some difficulty in finding a record label that would sign Wu-Tang Clan while still allowing each member to record solo albums with other labels, Loud/RCA finally agreed, releasing their debut album, Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), in late 1993. This album was popular and critically-acclaimed, though it took some time to gain momentum. Though hip hop had long had a gritty texture, the surreal aggression and minimalist production of 36 Chambers nevertheless had a huge impact on the genre, and was to prove massively influential over the next decade. By the beginning of the 21st century, the album had become a regular fixture on "Best Albums of the 90s" lists as well as a frequent choice for "Best Albums of All Time" lists. The success of Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers) established the group as a creative and influential force in early 1990s hip hop, allowing GZA, RZA, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah, Method Man, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, U-God, and Masta Killa to negotiate solo contracts.
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Method Man
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics
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What?
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost
With your ass cheeks spread out and shit, right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove
And let that shit sit there for like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like, "tsss"
Yeah, I'll fuckin' lay your nuts on a fuckin' dresser
Just your nuts layin' on a fuckin' dresser
And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin' bat (ooh)
What's up, blaow
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' pull your fuckin' tongue out your fuckin' mouth
And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick
Off the fuckin twelve story building out this motherfucker
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' sew your asshole closed
And keep feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you
Yo, yo, roll the dice, man, roll the dice
Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake, patty cake, hey, the Method Man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact, I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam, Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn
You'll be like, "oh shit, that's the jam"
Turn it up, now hear me get buckw-w-wild
I'm about to blow, light me up
Upside, downside, inside and outside
Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt
I am the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan, wrappin' shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I thought I thaw a putty cat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy-yippy-yeah, yippy-yah, yippy-yo
Like Deck said, this ain't your average flow
Coming like rah ooh-ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far, baby paw
The poetry's in motion, coast to coastin'
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion? Oh my Lord
Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method
Alright, y'all, get your White Owls
Get your Meth, get your skins
Don't forget your forty
And we gonna do it like this
I got fat bags of skunk
I got White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes, I'm about to go get lifted
I got myself a forty
I got myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes, I'm about to go and stick it
Uh
H-U-F-F, huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowing
Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes
Question, what exactly is a panty raider?
Ill behaviour, savior or major flavor?
All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer
Also flam, I'm the man, call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm
For my super sperm (check it)
Check it, I give it to you raw, butt naked
I smell sess, pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded, when I click, bang, bang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P, jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is calling me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh, I be the super sperm
Chim-chimney-chim-chim-cherie
Freak a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?
Beat and don't sleep the crews mad deep, Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass, I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all 'cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to begin with
I'm
The M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm
Your soul hath just been tooken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)
Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace
The lyrics to Wu-Tang Clan's song Method Man are divided into two distinct parts. The first section deals with violent and disturbing torture fantasies, depicting the singer as a sadistic and cruel individual willing to inflict extreme pain on others. This section is intense and graphic, using shocking imagery to evoke a strong emotional reaction from listeners.
The second half of the song shifts gears entirely, with the focus turning to Method Man's own lyrical prowess and the Wu-Tang Clan's abilities as a rap group. The lyrics are much more playful and boastful, emphasizing the members' individual styles and unique strengths. This part of the song is characterized by clever wordplay and a fast-paced, infectious beat that is sure to get listeners dancing along.
Overall, Method Man is a powerful and impactful song that showcases the Wu-Tang Clan's talents as both storytellers and rappers. The contrast between the two distinct sections of the lyrics adds depth and complexity to the song, making it a truly memorable and noteworthy addition to the world of hip-hop music.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, torture, motherfucker, what?
I'm going to torture you, motherfucker. What are you going to do about it?
What?
I'm daring you to challenge me. What are you going to do?
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin' tie you to a fuckin' bedpost With your ass cheeks spread out and shit, right?
I'll tie you to a bed and spread your ass cheeks apart.
Put a hanger on a fuckin' stove And let that shit sit there for like a half hour Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like, "tsss"
I'll put a hanger on a stove until it gets hot and then stick it into your ass.
Yeah, I'll fuckin'
Yes, I will hurt you.
Yeah, I'll fuckin' lay your nuts on a fuckin' dresser Just your nuts layin' on a fuckin' dresser And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin' bat (ooh)
I'll take your testicles and put them on a dresser and hit them with a spiked bat.
What's up, blaow
You won't even know what hit you.
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' pull your fuckin' tongue out your fuckin' mouth And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, blaow (I'll fuckin')
I'll pull your tongue out of your mouth and stab it with a rusty screwdriver.
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' hang you by your fuckin' dick Off the fuckin twelve story building out this motherfucker
I'll hang you by your penis off a twelve-story building.
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin' sew your asshole closed And keep feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you, and feedin' you
I'll sew your anus shut and force-feed you endlessly.
Yo, yo, roll the dice, man, roll the dice
Let's see what fate has in store for us.
Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
So it's happening like we thought? Okay.
From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man
Wu-Tang Clan, made up of RZA, GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and myself, Method Man, is once again coming from the slums of Shaolin.
M-E-T-H-O-D Man
I am Method Man.
Hey, you, get off my cloud
Stay out of my way.
You don't know me and you don't know my style
You don't understand who I am or how I do things.
Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam? Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
When it comes to performing, I'm the one who always shines and leaves a lasting impression. I am the Method Man.
Patty cake, patty cake, hey, the Method Man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter In fact, I snap back like a rubber
I'm not soft, I'm strong and resilient. I don't like standard peanut butter brands but prefer to snap back like a rubber band.
Band, I be Sam, Sam I am And I don't eat green eggs and ham Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn You'll be like, "oh shit, that's the jam"
I have my own unique style that will hit you unexpectedly and make you go, "Oh wow, that's great music!"
Turn it up, now hear me get buckw-w-wild I'm about to blow, light me up Upside, downside, inside and outside Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt
You better turn up the music because my performance is about to get wild and crazy. I'm hitting you with everything from every angle.
I am the one and only Method Man The master of the plan, wrappin' shit like Saran Wrap, with some of this and some of that Hold up (what?) I thought I thaw a putty cat
I am the real deal, the only Method Man. I have a plan and I'm wrapping it up tight like Saran Wrap. Wait a minute, I thought I heard something.
Over there, but I think he best to beware Of the diggy dog shit right here Yippy-yippy-yeah, yippy-yah, yippy-yo
There's something over there, but it's better to stay away because it's dangerous and not worth your time. Yippy-yippy-yeah, yippy-yah, yippy-yo.
Like Deck said, this ain't your average flow Coming like rah ooh-ah achie kah Tell me how ya like it so far, baby paw
As Deck already said, this isn't a typical performance. It's coming with an intense and unique flow. How do you feel about it, little one?
The poetry's in motion, coast to coastin' Rub it on your skin like lotion What's the commotion? Oh my Lord Another cord chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
The music is poetry in motion, reaching people all across the country. It's like applying lotion to your skin. What's all the fuss? Oh my God, another victim of the Wu-Tang sword.
Hey, hey, hey, like Fat Albert It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it It's the Method
Just like the character Fat Albert, I make a big impression. I am the Method Man and there's no room for doubt.
Alright, y'all, get your White Owls Get your Meth, get your skins Don't forget your forty And we gonna do it like this
Get your White Owl cigars, get your weed, get your condoms, and don't forget your 40-ounce beer. Let's do this.
I got fat bags of skunk I got White Owl blunts And I'm about to go get lifted Yes, I'm about to go get lifted I got myself a forty I got myself a shorty And I'm about to go and stick it Yes, I'm about to go and stick it Uh
I have a lot of weed and cigars and I'm about to get high. I also have a 40-ounce beer and a woman, and I'm about to have sex. Yeah!
H-U-F-F, huff and I puff Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowing Zoom, I hit the mic like boom Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes
I exhale strongly and hit the microphone hard. I wrote a song about this kind of performance. Want to hear it? Here it is.
Question, what exactly is a panty raider? Ill behaviour, savior or major flavor? All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer Also flam, I'm the man, call me super
What does it mean to be a panty raider? It's a mix of being naughty, liberating, and charming. I'm all of those things and more. I'm super.
Not an average Joe with an average flow Doing average things with average hoes Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm For my super sperm (check it)
I'm not ordinary at all. I don't do ordinary things with ordinary people. I'm super and always stand out. I also have super sperm. Check it.
Check it, I give it to you raw, butt naked I smell sess, pass the Method Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics Missles and shoot game like a pistol
Here it is, raw and uncensored. I can smell weed, pass it my way. Let's get high and enjoy the show as I shoot my mouth off like a gun.
Clip is loaded, when I click, bang, bang A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain J-U-M-P, jump and I thump Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
My words are like bullets ready to fire. A Wu-Tang hit comes at you hard and fast. Jump and dance to my rhythm and let your butt shake like the Humpty Hump.
Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me Child, the whole damn isle is calling me P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't cry Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me Ooh, I be the super sperm
The Shaolin style is all part of me, with everyone calling me out. As a panty raider, I am strong and unstoppable. No one can control me. I have super sperm.
Chim-chimney-chim-chim-cherie Freak a flow and flow fancy free Now how many licks does it take For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?
I make music effortlessly and gracefully. How many licks does it take me to master the Tootsie Roll dance?
Beat and don't sleep the crews mad deep, Wu-Tang Fading motherfuckers like bleach So to each and every crew You're clear like glass, I can see right through You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all 'cause you vic'd And ya didn't have friends to begin with
We never stop working and never sleep, and Wu-Tang is unstoppable. We fade other rappers out like bleach. We see right through other crews, who are just posers with no real friends.
I'm The M-E-T-H-O-D Man Straight from the slums of Shaolin Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm Your soul hath just been tooken through the 36 chambers of death, kid) Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace
I am Method Man, from the poorest part of Shaolin. Wu-Tang is always ready and deadly. Your soul has just gone through a grueling test. I, Method Man, am done for now. Peace out.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Gary E. Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Russell T. Jones, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Roger Troutman
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Shmeeby9411
Who here in 2024?
@user-vd1dk7co4m
Just got done watching Wu-Tang and I had to come see the original
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Eu mermo
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Yerrrr
@joetotheflow
Wu tang can never be replicated. 9 different guys with different styles coming together, incorporating Shaolin culture and hip hop into rapping and making it work. Are you fuckin kiddin me? Crazy.
@jetmet3638
It would be cool if someone tried
@christophergibbs2616
Jet Met Japan has a similar group called Nitro Microphone Underground. It's a remarkably well-put-together group with a similar ethos but way different style.
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Christopher Gibbs
Cool