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Yo, c'mon! Even if I died a thousand deaths When I resurrect I'll still be Meth The jams will still be def I'm here, me and this mic-phone, we here And ain't tryin' to hear nothin' cuz we had it up to here (What?) Lyrics have no dress code (yeah) From KRS to Depeche Mode Hit them so cool you cats cold Had to jump off, it's about to jump off My niggaz speak with they hands or the gun talk Yo RZA, we got the Clan in the front and police at the door Every exit is laced with C-4 about to blow Life 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 too real, I can't be touched and can't feel The monotony in rap, take a picture of my nut sac Carbon copy that and send your crew a fax Motherfucker