[{"id":33318537,"name":"Wu-Tang Clan - Tang Clan, Method Man","trackName":"Wu-Tang Clan - Tang Clan, Method Man","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter the Wu-Tang Clan","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:53.20] Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:56.94] Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[01:00.59] Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[01:08.67] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[01:12.59] The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[01:15.98] Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[01:20.51] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:23.23] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:25.28] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:27.67] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:30.36] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[01:32.21] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[01:34.54] Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[01:37.22] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[01:40.18] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[01:41.61] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[01:44.76] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[01:46.69] In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[01:48.73] Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[01:51.50] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[01:53.66] Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[01:55.67] You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[01:58.51] Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[02:00.78] I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[02:03.38] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[02:05.89] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[02:08.52] Am the one and only Method Man\n[02:10.41] The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[02:12.72] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[02:14.90] Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[02:17.27] Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[02:20.02] Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[02:21.33] Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[02:23.86] Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[02:26.21] Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[02:28.82] Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[02:31.24] The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[02:34.00] Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[02:35.75] What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[02:38.73] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[02:39.88] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[02:41.92] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[02:45.03] It's the Method\n[02:45.92] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[02:48.84] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[02:50.91] Don't forget your 'orty\n[02:53.55] And we gonna do it like this\n[02:55.09] I got fat bags of skunk\n[02:56.51] I got White Owl blunts\n[02:59.68] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:01.88] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:03.76] I got myself a Forty\n[03:06.04] And I got myself a shorty\n[03:09.09] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[03:10.64] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[03:13.11] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[03:16.19] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[03:18.65] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[03:21.22] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[03:23.52] Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[03:25.74] Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[03:28.08] All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[03:30.65] Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[03:33.28] Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[03:35.74] Doin' average things with average hoes\n[03:37.85] Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[03:39.70] For my super sperm (check it)\n[03:42.29] Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[03:45.06] I smell sess, pass the method\n[03:46.85] Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[03:49.22] Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[03:51.84] Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[03:54.36] A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[03:57.25] J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[03:58.96] Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[04:01.10] Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[04:04.37] Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[04:06.11] P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[04:10.89] Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[04:13.97] Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[04:15.49] Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[04:18.28] Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[04:20.13] Now, how many licks does it take\n[04:21.92] For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[04:24.48] Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[04:27.06] Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[04:29.55] So to each and every crew\n[04:31.17] You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[04:33.41] Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[04:37.26] And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[04:39.18] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:41.16] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:43.56] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:46.34] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[04:48.85] Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[04:51.31] Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[04:53.29] Your soul have just been tooken\n[04:55.35] Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[05:23.80] Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[05:27.53] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Wu-Tang Clan - Tang Clan, Method Man\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter the Wu-Tang Clan\n duration_ms: 351000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 53200\n end_ms: 56940\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":38695862,"name":"Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Official HD Video)","trackName":"Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Official HD Video)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Official HD Video)","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.73]Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:05.89]Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[00:07.57]Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[00:09.35]From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[00:12.04]The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[00:16.22]Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[00:19.55]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:23.00]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:24.79]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:27.57]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:29.78]Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[00:32.05]You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[00:34.69]Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[00:36.33]Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[00:38.96]Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[00:41.17]Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[00:43.41]Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[00:46.35]In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[00:48.56]Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[00:51.13]And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[00:53.28]Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[00:55.34]You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[00:57.90]Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[01:00.33]I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[01:03.24]Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[01:04.89]Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[01:08.36]Am the one and only Method Man\n[01:10.33]The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[01:12.53]Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[01:14.48]Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[01:16.06]Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[01:18.36]Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[01:20.37]Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[01:22.32]Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[01:24.71]Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[01:28.71]Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[01:30.34]The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[01:33.17]Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[01:34.92]What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[01:37.43]Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[01:39.44]\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[01:42.41]It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[01:44.07]It's the Method\n[01:45.13]Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[01:47.13]Get your Meth', get your skins\n[01:49.94]Don't forget your 'orty\n[01:52.39]And we gonna do it like this\n[01:54.05]I got fat bags of skunk\n[01:56.40]I got White Owl blunts\n[01:58.74]And I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:01.20]Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:03.18]I got myself a Forty\n[02:05.89]And I got myself a shorty\n[02:08.89]And I'm about to go and stick it\n[02:10.71]Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[02:13.33]H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[02:15.27]Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[02:17.66]Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[02:20.27]Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":16188200,"name":"Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Official HD Video)","trackName":"Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Official HD Video)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu-Tang Clan Videos","duration":268.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.73] Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:05.89] Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[00:07.57] Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[00:09.35] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[00:12.04] The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[00:16.22] Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[00:19.55] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:23.00] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:24.79] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:27.57] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:29.78] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[00:32.05] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[00:34.69] Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[00:36.33] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[00:38.96] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[00:41.17] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[00:43.41] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[00:46.35] In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[00:48.56] Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[00:51.13] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[00:53.28] Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[00:55.34] You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[00:57.90] Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[01:00.33] I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[01:03.24] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[01:04.89] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[01:08.36] Am the one and only Method Man\n[01:10.33] The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[01:12.53] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[01:14.48] Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[01:16.06] Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[01:18.36] Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[01:20.37] Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[01:22.32] Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[01:24.71] Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[01:28.71] Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[01:30.34] The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[01:33.17] Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[01:34.92] What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[01:37.43] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[01:39.44] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[01:42.41] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[01:44.07] It's the Method\n[01:45.13] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[01:47.13] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[01:49.94] Don't forget your 'orty\n[01:52.39] And we gonna do it like this\n[01:54.05] I got fat bags of skunk\n[01:56.40] I got White Owl blunts\n[01:58.74] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:01.20] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:03.18] I got myself a Forty\n[02:05.89] And I got myself a shorty\n[02:08.89] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[02:10.71] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[02:13.33] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[02:15.27] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[02:17.66] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[02:20.27] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? 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Oh, my Lord\n start_ms: 94920\n end_ms: 97430\n- text: Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n start_ms: 97430\n end_ms: 99440\n- text: '\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert'\n start_ms: 99440\n end_ms: 102410\n- text: It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n start_ms: 102410\n end_ms: 104070\n- text: It's the Method\n start_ms: 104070\n end_ms: 105130\n- text: Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n start_ms: 105130\n end_ms: 107130\n- text: Get your Meth', get your skins\n start_ms: 107130\n end_ms: 109940\n- text: Don't forget your 'orty\n start_ms: 109940\n end_ms: 112390\n- text: And we gonna do it like this\n start_ms: 112390\n end_ms: 114050\n- text: I got fat bags of skunk\n start_ms: 114050\n end_ms: 116400\n- text: I got White Owl blunts\n start_ms: 116400\n end_ms: 118740\n- text: And I'm about to go get lifted\n start_ms: 118740\n end_ms: 121200\n- text: Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n start_ms: 121200\n end_ms: 123180\n- text: I got myself a Forty\n start_ms: 123180\n end_ms: 125890\n- text: And I got myself a shorty\n start_ms: 125890\n end_ms: 128890\n- text: And I'm about to go and stick it\n start_ms: 128890\n end_ms: 130710\n- text: Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n start_ms: 130710\n end_ms: 133330\n- text: H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n start_ms: 133330\n end_ms: 135270\n- text: Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n start_ms: 135270\n end_ms: 137660\n- text: Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n start_ms: 137660\n end_ms: 140270\n- text: Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n start_ms: 140270\n end_ms: 142220\n- text: Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n start_ms: 142220\n end_ms: 145350\n- text: Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n start_ms: 145350\n end_ms: 147430\n- text: All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n start_ms: 147430\n end_ms: 149970\n- text: Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n start_ms: 149970\n end_ms: 152220\n- text: Not an average Joe with an average flow\n start_ms: 152220\n end_ms: 155060\n- text: Doin' average things with average hoes\n start_ms: 155060\n end_ms: 157490\n- text: Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n start_ms: 157490\n end_ms: 159440\n- text: For my super sperm (check it)\n start_ms: 159440\n end_ms: 161990\n- text: Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n start_ms: 161990\n end_ms: 164250\n- text: I smell sess, pass the method\n start_ms: 164250\n end_ms: 166960\n- text: Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n start_ms: 166960\n end_ms: 168820\n- text: Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n start_ms: 168820\n end_ms: 171590\n- text: Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n start_ms: 171590\n end_ms: 173570\n- text: A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n start_ms: 173570\n end_ms: 176090\n- text: J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n start_ms: 176090\n end_ms: 178510\n- text: Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n start_ms: 178510\n end_ms: 180400\n- text: Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n start_ms: 180400\n end_ms: 183220\n- text: Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n start_ms: 183220\n end_ms: 185290\n- text: P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n start_ms: 185290\n end_ms: 190170\n- text: Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n start_ms: 190170\n end_ms: 192830\n- text: Ooh, I be the super sperm\n start_ms: 192830\n end_ms: 195230\n- text: Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n start_ms: 195230\n end_ms: 197350\n- text: Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n start_ms: 197350\n end_ms: 199210\n- text: Now, how many licks does it take\n start_ms: 199210\n end_ms: 201510\n- text: For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n start_ms: 201510\n end_ms: 203250\n- text: Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n start_ms: 203250\n end_ms: 205600\n- text: Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n start_ms: 205600\n end_ms: 208440\n- text: So to each and every crew\n start_ms: 208440\n end_ms: 210320\n- text: You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n start_ms: 210320\n end_ms: 212970\n- text: Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n start_ms: 212970\n end_ms: 215710\n- text: And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n start_ms: 215710\n end_ms: 218330\n- text: The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 218330\n end_ms: 220920\n- text: M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 220920\n end_ms: 223130\n- text: M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 223130\n end_ms: 225110\n- text: Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n start_ms: 225110\n end_ms: 228050\n- text: Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n start_ms: 228050\n end_ms: 229790\n- text: Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n start_ms: 229790\n end_ms: 232810\n- text: Your soul have just been tooken\n start_ms: 232810\n end_ms: 234380\n- text: Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n start_ms: 234380\n end_ms: 256290\n- text: Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n start_ms: 256290\n end_ms: 259560\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 259560\nplain: |-\n Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":4059574,"name":"09 - Wu Tang Clan - Method Man","trackName":"09 - Wu Tang Clan - Method Man","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:53.14] Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:56.91] Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[01:00.57] Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[01:08.62] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[01:12.54] The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[01:15.94] Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[01:20.59] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:23.25] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:25.30] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:27.65] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:30.39] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[01:32.27] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[01:34.58] Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[01:37.28] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[01:40.11] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[01:41.64] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[01:44.78] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[01:46.67] In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[01:48.76] Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[01:51.42] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[01:53.65] Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[01:55.63] You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[01:58.57] Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[02:00.71] I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[02:03.36] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[02:05.88] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[02:08.54] Am the one and only Method Man\n[02:10.50] The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[02:12.75] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[02:14.87] Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[02:17.22] Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[02:20.08] Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[02:21.37] Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[02:23.90] Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[02:26.22] Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[02:28.81] Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[02:31.22] The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[02:34.09] Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[02:35.76] What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[02:38.73] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[02:39.84] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[02:41.96] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[02:45.00] It's the Method\n[02:45.91] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[02:48.84] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[02:50.90] Don't forget your 'orty\n[02:53.55] And we gonna do it like this\n[02:55.03] I got fat bags of skunk\n[02:56.58] I got White Owl blunts\n[02:59.61] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:01.83] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:03.73] I got myself a Forty\n[03:06.03] And I got myself a shorty\n[03:09.01] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[03:10.64] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[03:13.18] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[03:16.10] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[03:18.68] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[03:21.28] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[03:23.55] Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[03:25.74] Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[03:28.09] All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[03:30.65] Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[03:33.21] Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[03:35.79] Doin' average things with average hoes\n[03:37.86] Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[03:39.63] For my super sperm (check it)\n[03:42.22] Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[03:45.05] I smell sess, pass the method\n[03:46.89] Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[03:49.25] Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[03:51.89] Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[03:54.34] A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[03:57.24] J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[03:58.99] Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[04:01.19] Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[04:04.36] Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[04:06.15] P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[04:10.81] Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[04:13.94] Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[04:15.47] Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[04:18.26] Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[04:20.16] Now, how many licks does it take\n[04:21.90] For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[04:24.47] Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[04:27.00] Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[04:29.60] So to each and every crew\n[04:31.17] You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[04:33.48] Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[04:37.27] And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[04:39.12] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:41.12] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:43.57] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:46.37] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[04:48.85] Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[04:51.37] Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[04:53.21] Your soul have just been tooken\n[04:55.37] Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[05:23.79] Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[05:27.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 09 - Wu Tang Clan - Method Man\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Enter The Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)\n duration_ms: 351000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 53140\n end_ms: 56910\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":37333759,"name":"method man","trackName":"method man","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"wu - tang clan","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? 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Yeah?\n[01:00.56]Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[01:08.65]From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[01:12.57]The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[01:15.92]Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[01:20.60]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:23.23]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:25.26]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:27.65]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:30.38]Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[01:32.23]You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[01:34.52]Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[01:37.24]Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[01:40.11]Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[01:41.69]Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[01:44.78]Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[01:46.63]In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[01:48.73]Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[01:51.43]And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[01:53.62]Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[01:55.70]You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[01:58.51]Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[02:00.73]I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[02:03.38]Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[02:05.85]Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[02:08.53]Am the one and only Method Man\n[02:10.43]The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[02:12.78]Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[02:14.90]Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[02:17.21]Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[02:20.03]Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[02:21.36]Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[02:23.87]Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[02:26.29]Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[02:28.83]Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[02:31.28]The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[02:34.08]Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[02:35.76]What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[02:38.74]Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[02:39.84]\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[02:41.95]It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[02:45.07]It's the Method\n[02:45.95]Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[02:48.90]Get your Meth', get your skins\n[02:50.98]Don't forget your 'orty\n[02:53.54]And we gonna do it like this\n[02:55.07]I got fat bags of skunk\n[02:56.51]I got White Owl blunts\n[02:59.67]And I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:01.88]Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:03.72]I got myself a Forty\n[03:06.07]And I got myself a shorty\n[03:09.00]And I'm about to go and stick it\n[03:10.65]Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[03:13.14]H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[03:16.15]Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[03:18.67]Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[03:21.27]Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[03:23.54]Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[03:25.77]Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[03:28.07]All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[03:30.69]Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[03:33.23]Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[03:35.73]Doin' average things with average hoes\n[03:37.89]Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[03:39.67]For my super sperm (check it)\n[03:42.22]Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[03:45.08]I smell sess, pass the method\n[03:46.83]Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[03:49.27]Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[03:51.81]Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[03:54.37]A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[03:57.23]J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[03:58.97]Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[04:01.16]Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[04:04.32]Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[04:06.20]P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[04:10.83]Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[04:13.93]Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[04:15.48]Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[04:18.23]Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[04:20.14]Now, how many licks does it take\n[04:21.94]For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[04:24.44]Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[04:27.09]Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[04:29.60]So to each and every crew\n[04:31.20]You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[04:33.46]Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[04:37.26]And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[04:39.13]The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:41.14]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:43.55]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:46.33]Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[04:48.88]Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[04:51.39]Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[04:53.20]Your soul have just been tooken\n[04:55.35]Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[05:23.71]Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[05:27.57]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: method man\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: wu - tang clan\n duration_ms: 350640\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 53160\n end_ms: 56960\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? 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Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:02.74]Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:06.10]Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[00:10.48]Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[00:18.38]From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[00:22.18]The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[00:26.00]Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[00:29.94]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:32.58]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:34.86]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:37.16]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:39.52]Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[00:42.04]You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[00:44.33]Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[00:46.37]Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[00:49.02]Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[00:51.36]Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[00:53.78]Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[00:56.03]In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[00:58.59]Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[01:01.05]And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[01:03.16]Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[01:05.52]You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[01:07.98]Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[01:10.68]I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[01:12.69]Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[01:14.82]Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[01:17.80]Am the one and only Method Man\n[01:19.83]The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[01:22.29]Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[01:24.47]Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[01:26.83]Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[01:29.03]Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[01:30.95]Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[01:33.20]Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[01:35.71]Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[01:38.64]Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[01:41.01]The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[01:43.45]Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[01:45.23]What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[01:47.37]Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[01:49.81]\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[01:52.34]It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[01:54.63]It's the Method\n[01:55.44]Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[01:58.01]Get your Meth', get your skins\n[02:00.84]Don't forget your 'orty\n[02:02.58]And we gonna do it like this\n[02:04.11]I got fat bags of skunk\n[02:06.49]I got White Owl blunts\n[02:08.88]And I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:11.15]Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:13.55]I got myself a Forty\n[02:15.99]And I got myself a shorty\n[02:18.25]And I'm about to go and stick it\n[02:20.62]Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[02:23.59]H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[02:26.06]Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[02:28.32]Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[02:30.73]Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[02:32.94]Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[02:35.39]Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[02:37.75]All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[02:40.19]Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[02:42.45]Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[02:45.15]Doin' average things with average hoes\n[02:47.49]Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[02:49.40]For my super sperm (check it)\n[02:51.86]Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[02:54.65]I smell sess, pass the method\n[02:56.82]Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[02:59.04]Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[03:01.47]Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[03:04.35]A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[03:06.15]J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[03:08.51]Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[03:10.96]Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[03:13.20]Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[03:15.59]P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[03:20.26]Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[03:23.28]Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[03:25.17]Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[03:27.42]Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[03:29.72]Now, how many licks does it take\n[03:31.57]For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[03:33.86]Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[03:36.74]Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[03:38.66]So to each and every crew\n[03:40.61]You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[03:43.07]Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[03:46.28]And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[03:48.67]The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:51.06]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:53.34]M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:55.44]Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[03:58.31]Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[04:00.78]Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[04:02.75]Your soul have just been tooken\n[04:04.20]Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[04:06.83]Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[04:10.09]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man (feat. 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Yeah?\n start_ms: 6100\n end_ms: 10480\n- text: Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n start_ms: 10480\n end_ms: 18380\n- text: From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n start_ms: 18380\n end_ms: 22180\n- text: The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n start_ms: 22180\n end_ms: 26000\n- text: Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n start_ms: 26000\n end_ms: 29940\n- text: M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 29940\n end_ms: 32580\n- text: M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 32580\n end_ms: 34860\n- text: M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 34860\n end_ms: 37160\n- text: M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 37160\n end_ms: 39520\n- text: Hey, you, get off my cloud\n start_ms: 39520\n end_ms: 42040\n- text: You don't know me and you don't know my style\n start_ms: 42040\n end_ms: 44330\n- text: Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n start_ms: 44330\n end_ms: 46370\n- text: Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n start_ms: 46370\n end_ms: 49020\n- text: Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n start_ms: 49020\n end_ms: 51360\n- text: Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n start_ms: 51360\n end_ms: 53780\n- text: Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n start_ms: 53780\n end_ms: 56030\n- text: In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n start_ms: 56030\n end_ms: 58590\n- text: Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n start_ms: 58590\n end_ms: 61050\n- text: And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n start_ms: 61050\n end_ms: 63160\n- text: Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n start_ms: 63160\n end_ms: 65520\n- text: You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n start_ms: 65520\n end_ms: 67980\n- text: Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n start_ms: 67980\n end_ms: 70680\n- text: I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n start_ms: 70680\n end_ms: 72690\n- text: Upside, downside, inside and outside\n start_ms: 72690\n end_ms: 74820\n- text: Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n start_ms: 74820\n end_ms: 77800\n- text: Am the one and only Method Man\n start_ms: 77800\n end_ms: 79830\n- text: The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n start_ms: 79830\n end_ms: 82290\n- text: Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n start_ms: 82290\n end_ms: 84470\n- text: Hold up (what?) 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":37840491,"name":"Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Home Grown Version)","trackName":"Wu-Tang Clan - Method Man (Home Grown Version)","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)","duration":310.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"One, two, uh, one, one\nOne, two, uh, one, one\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be getting flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPatty cake, patty cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber band\n\nI be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle will hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou be like, \"Oh, shit, that's the jam!\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buckw-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt\n\nI am the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, wrappin' shit like Saran\nWrap with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt, I tat, I putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, this ain't your average flow\n\nComin' like raah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me how ya like it so far, baby paw\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion, oh my lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\nHey, hey, hey, like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method Man, uh, like that, baby paw, uh\n\nCheck it, I got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a 40\nI got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F huff and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nThen zoom, I hit the mic like boom\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behaviour savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoing average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm for my super sperm\nCheck it, I give it to ya raw butt naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistics\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang, dang\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump and I thump\nMake girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump\nWow, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't cry\nMeaning no one can burn or toss and turn me\n\n'Cause who I be, the super sperm\nChim-chimmeny chim-chim-cherie\nFreak a flow and flow fancy free\nNow how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break\nPeep and don't sleep the crews mad deep, Wu-Tang\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I can see right through\nYou're whole damn posse be catchin 'em all 'cause you vic'd\nAnd ya didn't have friends to begin with, I'm\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nYes, I am\n\nUh, uh, rappers crossing over to that R&B jinkx\nWalk around town like your shit don't stink\nTake it from me, hey G, you don't amaze me\nShot me at point blank range, but only grazed me\nNothing mental, just plain and simple\nLyrics you bust couldn't bust a fucking pimple\nCome here kid, what? Let me tell you something\nYou're like change of a penny, nothing\n\nWham, oh shit, goddamn\nSkippy, hit me, man, I get fla\nBetter yet hectic, wreck shit, I'm rowdy\nLike a license, check this be Audi\nTippy-tippy-tum, tippy-tah, tippy-tum\nDirect from the Shaolin slum, here I come\nStraight from the top, the cock, yo, I'm fed up\nI put it in your ear and fuck your whole head up\n\nWu-Tang's slang bang, up your butt crack and\nStraight from Staten, silky like satin\nUsed to break cliques with stones and sticks\nNowadays, we do it with the macs and clips\nThe Method Man\nThe Method Man\nThe Method Man\nYes, I am, yes, I am\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nUh, '92 for the Wu\nNow how brothers want it?\nWith salt or butter, motherfucker\nA doo-doo chop, a doo-doo chop\nA doo-doo chop chop","syncedLyrics":"[00:04.73] One, two, uh, one, one\n[00:07.02] One, two, uh, one, one\n[00:09.84] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:12.20] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:14.31] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:16.81] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:19.32] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[00:21.53] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[00:24.19] Who be getting flam when they come to a jam?\n[00:26.18] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[00:28.67] Patty cake, patty cake, hey, the Method Man\n[00:31.05] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[00:33.71] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[00:35.93] In fact, I snap back like a rubber band\n[00:38.75] I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[00:40.67] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[00:42.99] Style will hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[00:45.39] You be like, \"Oh, shit, that's the jam!\"\n[00:47.80] Turn it up, now hear me get buckw-w-wild\n[00:50.59] I'm about to blow, light me up\n[00:52.36] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[00:54.85] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt\n[00:57.10] I am the one and only Method Man\n[00:59.60] The master of the plan, wrappin' shit like Saran\n[01:02.34] Wrap with some of this and some of that\n[01:04.20] Hold up (what?) 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Ayo, the Wu is back\n Making niggas go Bo! Bo! like I'm Super Cat\n Me fear no-one, oh no, here come\n The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum\n Put the needle to the groove I gets rude and I'm forced\n To fuck it up, my style carries like a pick-up truck\n Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shining sea\n I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T\n Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?\n Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best\n Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake\n And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state\n And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with\n Straight from the motherfucking slums that's busted\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuttin ta fuck with\n Hah! Step up, boy!\n Represent! Chop his head off, kid!\n The Meth will come out tomorrow\n Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro\n Flow, with more afro than Rollo\n Coming to a fork in the road which way to go just follow\n Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow\n In fact I'm a hard act to follow\n I dealt for dolo, Bogart coming on through\n Niggas is like \"Oh, my God, not you!\"\n Yes, I, come to get a slice of the punk and the pie\n Rather do than die, check my flavor, coming from the RZA\n Which is short for the razor who make me reminisce true\n Like Deja, Vu! 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BLAOWWW!!)\n\nI'll fuckin\nI'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth\nand stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!\n(I'll fuckin)\n\n(I'll fuckin)\n(I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick)\n(off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker)\n\nI'll fuckin\nI'll fuckin\nsew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you\nand feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you\n\nPart Two: Genius (all versions)\n\n(Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice)\n(Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?)\n(Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid)\n\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef\nU-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\nM-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\nM-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\nM-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am here I am, the Method Man\nPatty cake patty cake hey the method man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter, cuz I'm not butter\nIn fact I snap back like a rubber\nband, I be Sam Sam I am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn\nYou be like oh shit that's the jam\nTurn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild\nI'm about to blow light me up\nUpside downside inside and outside\nHittin you from every angle there's no doubt\nI am, the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo\nLike Deck said this ain't your average flow\nComin like rah ooh ah archie graw\nTell me how ya like it so far baby more\nThe poetry's in motion coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion, oh my lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\nHey hey hey like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAll right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins\nDon't forget your fourty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got, fat bags of skunk\nI got, White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes I'm about to go get lifted\n\nI got, myself a fourty\nI got, myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes I'm about to go and stick it\n\nUhh\nH-U-F-F huff and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin\nZoom, I hit the mic like boom\nWrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes\nQuestion what exactly is a panty raider\nIll behaviour savior or major flavor\nAll of the above oh yeah plus I do so\nAlso flam I'm the man call me super\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoing average things with average hoes\nYo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my, Su-per Sperm (check it)\nCheck it I give it to ya raw butt naked\nI smell sess pass the Method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistics\nMissles and shoot game like a pistol\nClip is loaded when I click bang dang\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P jump and I thump\nMake girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump\nWow, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin me\nP-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry\nMeaning no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh I be the super sperm\nChim chimmeny chim chim cherie\nFreak a flow and flow fancy free\nNow how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break\nPeep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang\nFadin motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass I can see right through\nYou're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd\nand ya didn't have friends to begin with\nI'm\n\nM-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\nM-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\nM-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\nM-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nRZA\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa B'z on a swarm\n(Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)\n\n*coughing*\n(Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace)","syncedLyrics":"[00:19.00] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[00:21.73] The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef\n[00:27.47] U-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man\n[00:30.76] M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n[00:32.46] M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n[00:34.71] M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n[00:36.95] M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n[00:39.22] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[00:41.57] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[00:44.11] Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?\n[00:46.55] Here I am here I am, the Method Man\n[00:48.98] Patty cake patty cake hey the method man\n[00:51.43] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[00:53.89] Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter\n[00:56.05] In fact I snap back like a rubber\n[00:58.56] band, I be Sam Sam I am\n[01:00.81] And I dont eat green eggs and ham\n[01:03.38] Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn\n[01:05.07] You be like oh shit that's the jam\n[01:07.79] Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild\n[01:10.81] I'm about to blow light me up\n[01:12.60] Upside downside inside and outside\n[01:15.43] Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt\n[01:17.39] I am, the one and only Method Man\n[01:19.76] The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran\n[01:22.32] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[01:24.83] Hold up (what?) 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lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser)\n (Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser)\n (And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat)\n Ooooohhhh\n (Whassup? BLAOWWW!!)\n\n I'll fuckin\n I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth\n and stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!\n (I'll fuckin)\n\n (I'll fuckin)\n (I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick)\n (off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker)\n\n I'll fuckin\n I'll fuckin\n sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you\n and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you\n\n Part Two: Genius (all versions)\n\n (Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice)\n (Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?)\n (Niggaz is whylin, check it out kid)\n\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon the Chef\n U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am here I am, the Method Man\n Patty cake patty cake hey the method man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter\n In fact I snap back like a rubber\n band, I be Sam Sam I am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn\n You be like oh shit that's the jam\n Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild\n I'm about to blow light me up\n Upside downside inside and outside\n Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt\n I am, the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo\n Like Deck said this ain't your average flow\n Comin like rah ooh ah archie graw\n Tell me how ya like it so far baby more\n The poetry's in motion coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion, oh my lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n Hey hey hey like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins\n Don't forget your fourty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got, fat bags of skunk\n I got, White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes I'm about to go get lifted\n\n I got, myself a fourty\n I got, myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes I'm about to go and stick it\n\n Uhh\n H-U-F-F huff and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin\n Zoom, I hit the mic like boom\n Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes\n Question what exactly is a panty raider\n Ill behaviour savior or major flavor\n All of the above oh yeah plus I do so\n Also flam I'm the man call me super\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doing average things with average hoes\n Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my, Su-per Sperm (check it)\n Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked\n I smell sess pass the Method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics\n Missles and shoot game like a pistol\n Clip is loaded when I click bang dang\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P jump and I thump\n Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin me\n P-A-N-T-Y-R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry\n Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh I be the super sperm\n Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie\n Freak a flow and flow fancy free\n Now how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break\n Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang\n Fadin motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass I can see right through\n You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd\n and ya didn't have friends to begin with\n I'm\n\n M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN\n\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n RZA\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa B'z on a swarm\n (Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)\n\n *coughing*\n (Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace)\n"},{"id":19247743,"name":"Method Man","trackName":"Method Man","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"The Essential Wu-Tang Clan","duration":300.773333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:53.16] Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:56.96] Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[01:00.56] Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[01:08.65] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[01:12.57] The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[01:15.92] Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[01:20.60] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:23.23] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:25.26] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:27.65] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:30.38] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[01:32.23] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[01:34.52] Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[01:37.24] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[01:40.11] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[01:41.69] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[01:44.78] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[01:46.63] In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[01:48.73] Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[01:51.43] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[01:53.62] Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[01:55.70] You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[01:58.51] Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[02:00.73] I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[02:03.38] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[02:05.85] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[02:08.53] Am the one and only Method Man\n[02:10.43] The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[02:12.78] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[02:14.90] Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[02:17.21] Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[02:20.03] Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[02:21.36] Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[02:23.87] Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[02:26.29] Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[02:28.83] Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[02:31.28] The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[02:34.08] Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[02:35.76] What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[02:38.74] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[02:39.84] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[02:41.95] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[02:45.07] It's the Method\n[02:45.95] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[02:48.90] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[02:50.98] Don't forget your 'orty\n[02:53.54] And we gonna do it like this\n[02:55.07] I got fat bags of skunk\n[02:56.51] I got White Owl blunts\n[02:59.67] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:01.88] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:03.72] I got myself a Forty\n[03:06.07] And I got myself a shorty\n[03:09.00] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[03:10.65] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[03:13.14] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[03:16.15] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[03:18.67] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[03:21.27] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[03:23.54] Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[03:25.77] Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[03:28.07] All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[03:30.69] Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[03:33.23] Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[03:35.73] Doin' average things with average hoes\n[03:37.89] Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[03:39.67] For my super sperm (check it)\n[03:42.22] Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[03:45.08] I smell sess, pass the method\n[03:46.83] Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[03:49.27] Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[03:51.81] Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[03:54.37] A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[03:57.23] J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[03:58.97] Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[04:01.16] Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[04:04.32] Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[04:06.20] P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[04:10.83] Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[04:13.93] Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[04:15.48] Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[04:18.23] Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[04:20.14] Now, how many licks does it take\n[04:21.94] For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[04:24.44] Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[04:27.09] Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[04:29.60] So to each and every crew\n[04:31.20] You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[04:33.46] Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[04:37.26] And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[04:39.13] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:41.14] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:43.55] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:46.33] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[04:48.88] Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[04:51.39] Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[04:53.20] Your soul have just been tooken\n[04:55.35] Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[05:23.71] Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[05:27.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: The Essential Wu-Tang Clan\n duration_ms: 300773\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 53160\n end_ms: 56960\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Here it goes\n start_ms: 201270\n end_ms: 203540\n- text: Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n start_ms: 203540\n end_ms: 205770\n- text: Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n start_ms: 205770\n end_ms: 208070\n- text: All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n start_ms: 208070\n end_ms: 210690\n- text: Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n start_ms: 210690\n end_ms: 213230\n- text: Not an average Joe with an average flow\n start_ms: 213230\n end_ms: 215730\n- text: Doin' average things with average hoes\n start_ms: 215730\n end_ms: 217890\n- text: Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n start_ms: 217890\n end_ms: 219670\n- text: For my super sperm (check it)\n start_ms: 219670\n end_ms: 222220\n- text: Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n start_ms: 222220\n end_ms: 225080\n- text: I smell sess, pass the method\n start_ms: 225080\n end_ms: 226830\n- text: Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n start_ms: 226830\n end_ms: 229270\n- text: Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n start_ms: 229270\n end_ms: 231810\n- text: Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n start_ms: 231810\n end_ms: 234370\n- text: A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n start_ms: 234370\n end_ms: 237230\n- text: J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n start_ms: 237230\n end_ms: 238970\n- text: Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n start_ms: 238970\n end_ms: 241160\n- text: Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n start_ms: 241160\n end_ms: 244320\n- text: Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n start_ms: 244320\n end_ms: 246200\n- text: P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n start_ms: 246200\n end_ms: 250830\n- text: Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n start_ms: 250830\n end_ms: 253930\n- text: Ooh, I be the super sperm\n start_ms: 253930\n end_ms: 255480\n- text: Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n start_ms: 255480\n end_ms: 258230\n- text: Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n start_ms: 258230\n end_ms: 260140\n- text: Now, how many licks does it take\n start_ms: 260140\n end_ms: 261940\n- text: For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n start_ms: 261940\n end_ms: 264440\n- text: Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n start_ms: 264440\n end_ms: 267090\n- text: Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n start_ms: 267090\n end_ms: 269600\n- text: So to each and every crew\n start_ms: 269600\n end_ms: 271200\n- text: You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n start_ms: 271200\n end_ms: 273460\n- text: Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n start_ms: 273460\n end_ms: 277260\n- text: And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n start_ms: 277260\n end_ms: 279130\n- text: The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 279130\n end_ms: 281140\n- text: M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 281140\n end_ms: 283550\n- text: M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 283550\n end_ms: 286330\n- text: Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n start_ms: 286330\n end_ms: 288880\n- text: Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n start_ms: 288880\n end_ms: 291390\n- text: Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n start_ms: 291390\n end_ms: 293200\n- text: Your soul have just been tooken\n start_ms: 293200\n end_ms: 295350\n- text: Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n start_ms: 295350\n end_ms: 323710\n- text: Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n start_ms: 323710\n end_ms: 327570\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 327570\nplain: |-\n Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":18877271,"name":"Method Man","trackName":"Method Man","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan","duration":300.8,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.73] Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:05.89] Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[00:07.57] Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[00:09.35] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[00:12.04] The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[00:16.22] Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[00:19.55] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:23.00] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:24.79] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:27.57] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:29.78] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[00:32.05] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[00:34.69] Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[00:36.33] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[00:38.96] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[00:41.17] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[00:43.41] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[00:46.35] In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[00:48.56] Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[00:51.13] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[00:53.28] Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[00:55.34] You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[00:57.90] Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[01:00.33] I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[01:03.24] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[01:04.89] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[01:08.36] Am the one and only Method Man\n[01:10.33] The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[01:12.53] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[01:14.48] Hold up (what?) 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Oh, my Lord\n[01:37.43] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[01:39.44] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[01:42.41] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[01:44.07] It's the Method\n[01:45.13] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[01:47.13] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[01:49.94] Don't forget your 'orty\n[01:52.39] And we gonna do it like this\n[01:54.05] I got fat bags of skunk\n[01:56.40] I got White Owl blunts\n[01:58.74] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:01.20] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:03.18] I got myself a Forty\n[02:05.89] And I got myself a shorty\n[02:08.89] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[02:10.71] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[02:13.33] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[02:15.27] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[02:17.66] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[02:20.27] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[02:22.22] Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[02:25.35] Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[02:27.43] All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[02:29.97] Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[02:32.22] Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[02:35.06] Doin' average things with average hoes\n[02:37.49] Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[02:39.44] For my super sperm (check it)\n[02:41.99] Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[02:44.25] I smell sess, pass the method\n[02:46.96] Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[02:48.82] Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[02:51.59] Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[02:53.57] A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[02:56.09] J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[02:58.51] Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[03:00.40] Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[03:03.22] Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[03:05.29] P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[03:10.17] Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[03:12.83] Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[03:15.23] Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[03:17.35] Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[03:19.21] Now, how many licks does it take\n[03:21.51] For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[03:23.25] Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[03:25.60] Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[03:28.44] So to each and every crew\n[03:30.32] You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[03:32.97] Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[03:35.71] And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[03:38.33] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:40.92] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:43.13] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:45.11] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[03:48.05] Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[03:49.79] Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[03:52.81] Your soul have just been tooken\n[03:54.38] Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[04:16.29] Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[04:19.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man\n artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n album: The Essential Wu‐Tang Clan\n duration_ms: 300800\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 3730\n end_ms: 5890\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? 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I kick it like a Night Flite!\n Word life, I get that ass while I'm full o' spite!\n\n Check the method from Bedrock, 'cause I rock ya head to bed\n Just like rockin' what? Twin Glocks!\n Shake the ground while my beats just break you down\n Raw sound, we going to war right now\n So, yo, bombin'\n We Usually Take All N- Garments\n Save ya breath before I bomb it\n\n I be that insane n- from the psycho ward\n I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword\n So how you figure that you can even f- with mine?\n Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that sh- one time\n And pull a foul, n- save the beef on the cow\n I'm milkin' this hoe, this is my show, 'tical\n The f- you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's do\n\n I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root\n PLO style, Buddha monks with the owls\n So who's the f- man? 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I slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan\nI be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome\nI'm causin' more family feud than Richard Dawson\nAnd the survey said you're dead\nFatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin' head\nMister, who is that? Ayo, the Wu is back\nMakin' niggas go Bo! Bo! Like I'm Super Cat\nMe fear no one, oh no, here come\nThe Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum\n\nPut the needle to the groove, I gets rude\nAnd I'm forced to fuck it up\nMy style carries like a pick-up truck\nCross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin' sea\nI slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T\nNow why try and test the Rebel INS?\nBlessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best\n'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake\nAnd eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state\n\nAnd if you want beef, then bring the ruckus!\nWu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\nStraight from the motherfuckin' slums that's busted\nWu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n\nHah! Lebonon, step up, boy!\nRepresent! Chop his head off, kid!\n\nThe Meth will come out tomorrow\nStyles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro\nFlow, with more afro than Rollo\nComin' to a fork in the road, which way to go? Just follow\nMeth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow\nIn fact I'm a hard act to follow\nI dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through\nNiggas is like, \"Oh my God, not you!\"\nYes, I come to get a slice of the punk and the pie\nRather do than die, check my flavor\nComin' from the RZA, which is short for The Razor\nWho make me reminisce true\nLike déjà vu, I'm rubber, niggas is like glue\nWhatever you say rubs off me sticks to you\n\nTiger style\nTiger style\n\nWu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\nWu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\nWu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\nWu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n\nAhh-hah! Yeah! Representin' Brooklyn, Queens\nLong Island, Manhattan, Bronx\nThe Rugged Lands of Shaolin\nNiggas from Virginia, Atlanta, our boys in Ohio\nComin' through with the crazy Y-O Y-O\nYo, niggas from The Source\nMy man Kelly Woo from the Gavin\nWill Strickland, Jason Staton, yeah\nTrue, true, my nigga Crown, what's goin' down, boy?\nWe ain't nuthing ta fuck wit'\nThe whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob\nNiggas from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron\nComin' through, you know what I'm sayin'?\nThe whole fuckin' West Coast to the whole East\nNiggas from D.C., down in Maryland\nAll the way over there in Morgan State\nWu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit'\nAll over the whole fuckin' globe, comin' through, boy\nPeace to the fuckin' Zulu Nation\nPeace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond\nWu-Tang slang, choppin' heads, boy\nIt ain't safe no more, peace!\n\nTiger style\nTiger style\nTiger style\nTiger style\nTiger style\nTiger style\nTiger style\nTiger style","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] Tiger style!\n[00:03.78] Tiger style! 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Like I'm Super Cat\n[00:38.94] Me fear no one, oh no, here come\n[00:41.24] The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum\n[00:43.31] Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude\n[00:45.38] And I'm forced to fuck it up\n[00:46.25] My style carries like a pick-up truck\n[00:48.10] Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin' sea\n[00:50.63] I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T\n[00:53.09] Now why try and test the Rebel INS?\n[00:55.52] Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best\n[00:57.96] 'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake\n[01:00.35] And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state\n[01:03.06] And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus!\n[01:05.43] Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n[01:07.85] Straight from the motherfuckin' slums that's busted\n[01:10.13] Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n[01:12.92] Hah! Lebonon, step up, boy!\n[01:18.94] Represent! Chop his head off, kid!\n[01:22.40] The Meth will come out tomorrow\n[01:24.90] Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro\n[01:27.22] Flow, with more afro than Rollo\n[01:29.63] Comin' to a fork in the road, which way to go? 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Yeah! 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(Tiger style!)\n\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n\n Yo, there's no place to hide once I step inside the room\n Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom\n Bam! Aw, man! I slam, jam, now scream like Tarzan\n I be tossin', enforcin', my style is awesome\n I'm causin' more family feud than Richard Dawson\n And the survey said you're dead\n Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin' head\n Mister, who is that? Ayo, the Wu is back\n Makin' niggas go Bo! Bo! Like I'm Super Cat\n Me fear no one, oh no, here come\n The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to my eardrum\n\n Put the needle to the groove, I gets rude\n And I'm forced to fuck it up\n My style carries like a pick-up truck\n Cross the clear blue yonder, sea to shinin' sea\n I slam tracks like quarterback sacks from L.T\n Now why try and test the Rebel INS?\n Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best\n 'Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake\n And eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state\n\n And if you want beef, then bring the ruckus!\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n Straight from the motherfuckin' slums that's busted\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n\n Hah! Lebonon, step up, boy!\n Represent! Chop his head off, kid!\n\n The Meth will come out tomorrow\n Styles, conditions, bizarre, bizarro\n Flow, with more afro than Rollo\n Comin' to a fork in the road, which way to go? Just follow\n Meth is the legend, niggas is sleepy hollow\n In fact I'm a hard act to follow\n I dealt for dolo, Bogart comin' on through\n Niggas is like, \"Oh my God, not you!\"\n Yes, I come to get a slice of the punk and the pie\n Rather do than die, check my flavor\n Comin' from the RZA, which is short for The Razor\n Who make me reminisce true\n Like déjà vu, I'm rubber, niggas is like glue\n Whatever you say rubs off me sticks to you\n\n Tiger style\n Tiger style\n\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthin' ta fuck wit'\n\n Ahh-hah! Yeah! Representin' Brooklyn, Queens\n Long Island, Manhattan, Bronx\n The Rugged Lands of Shaolin\n Niggas from Virginia, Atlanta, our boys in Ohio\n Comin' through with the crazy Y-O Y-O\n Yo, niggas from The Source\n My man Kelly Woo from the Gavin\n Will Strickland, Jason Staton, yeah\n True, true, my nigga Crown, what's goin' down, boy?\n We ain't nuthing ta fuck wit'\n The whole Texas mob, the Chicago mob\n Niggas from Detroit, fuckin' California squadron\n Comin' through, you know what I'm sayin'?\n The whole fuckin' West Coast to the whole East\n Niggas from D.C., down in Maryland\n All the way over there in Morgan State\n Wu-Tang Clan ain't nuthing ta fuck wit'\n All over the whole fuckin' globe, comin' through, boy\n Peace to the fuckin' Zulu Nation\n Peace to all the Gods and the Earths, word is bond\n Wu-Tang slang, choppin' heads, boy\n It ain't safe no more, peace!\n\n Tiger style\n Tiger style\n Tiger style\n Tiger style\n Tiger style\n Tiger style\n Tiger style\n Tiger style\n"},{"id":16350206,"name":"Method Man","trackName":"Method Man","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Tang Clan","duration":350.472,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:53.14] Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:56.91] Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[01:00.57] Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[01:08.62] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[01:12.54] The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[01:15.94] Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[01:20.59] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:23.25] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:25.30] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:27.65] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:30.39] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[01:32.27] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[01:34.58] Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[01:37.28] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[01:40.11] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[01:41.64] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[01:44.78] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[01:46.67] In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[01:48.76] Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[01:51.42] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[01:53.65] Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[01:55.63] You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[01:58.57] Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[02:00.71] I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[02:03.36] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[02:05.88] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[02:08.54] Am the one and only Method Man\n[02:10.50] The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[02:12.75] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[02:14.87] Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[02:17.22] Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[02:20.08] Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[02:21.37] Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[02:23.90] Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[02:26.22] Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[02:28.81] Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[02:31.22] The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[02:34.09] Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[02:35.76] What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[02:38.73] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[02:39.84] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[02:41.96] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[02:45.00] It's the Method\n[02:45.91] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[02:48.84] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[02:50.90] Don't forget your 'orty\n[02:53.55] And we gonna do it like this\n[02:55.03] I got fat bags of skunk\n[02:56.58] I got White Owl blunts\n[02:59.61] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:01.83] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:03.73] I got myself a Forty\n[03:06.03] And I got myself a shorty\n[03:09.01] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[03:10.64] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[03:13.18] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[03:16.10] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[03:18.68] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[03:21.28] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[03:23.55] Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[03:25.74] Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[03:28.09] All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[03:30.65] Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[03:33.21] Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[03:35.79] Doin' average things with average hoes\n[03:37.86] Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[03:39.63] For my super sperm (check it)\n[03:42.22] Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[03:45.05] I smell sess, pass the method\n[03:46.89] Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[03:49.25] Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[03:51.89] Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[03:54.34] A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[03:57.24] J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[03:58.99] Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[04:01.19] Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[04:04.36] Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[04:06.15] P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[04:10.81] Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[04:13.94] Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[04:15.47] Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[04:18.26] Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[04:20.16] Now, how many licks does it take\n[04:21.90] For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[04:24.47] Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[04:27.00] Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[04:29.60] So to each and every crew\n[04:31.17] You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[04:33.48] Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[04:37.27] And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[04:39.12] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:41.12] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:43.57] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:46.37] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[04:48.85] Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[04:51.37] Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[04:53.21] Your soul have just been tooken\n[04:55.37] Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[05:23.79] Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[05:27.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Tang Clan\n duration_ms: 350472\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 53140\n end_ms: 56910\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Oh, my Lord\n start_ms: 155760\n end_ms: 158730\n- text: Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n start_ms: 158730\n end_ms: 159840\n- text: '\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert'\n start_ms: 159840\n end_ms: 161960\n- text: It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n start_ms: 161960\n end_ms: 165000\n- text: It's the Method\n start_ms: 165000\n end_ms: 165910\n- text: Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n start_ms: 165910\n end_ms: 168840\n- text: Get your Meth', get your skins\n start_ms: 168840\n end_ms: 170900\n- text: Don't forget your 'orty\n start_ms: 170900\n end_ms: 173550\n- text: And we gonna do it like this\n start_ms: 173550\n end_ms: 175030\n- text: I got fat bags of skunk\n start_ms: 175030\n end_ms: 176580\n- text: I got White Owl blunts\n start_ms: 176580\n end_ms: 179610\n- text: And I'm about to go get lifted\n start_ms: 179610\n end_ms: 181830\n- text: Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n start_ms: 181830\n end_ms: 183730\n- text: I got myself a Forty\n start_ms: 183730\n end_ms: 186030\n- text: And I got myself a shorty\n start_ms: 186030\n end_ms: 189010\n- text: And I'm about to go and stick it\n start_ms: 189010\n end_ms: 190640\n- text: Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n start_ms: 190640\n end_ms: 193180\n- text: H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n start_ms: 193180\n end_ms: 196100\n- text: Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n start_ms: 196100\n end_ms: 198680\n- text: Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n start_ms: 198680\n end_ms: 201280\n- text: Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n start_ms: 201280\n end_ms: 203550\n- text: Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n start_ms: 203550\n end_ms: 205740\n- text: Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n start_ms: 205740\n end_ms: 208090\n- text: All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n start_ms: 208090\n end_ms: 210650\n- text: Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n start_ms: 210650\n end_ms: 213210\n- text: Not an average Joe with an average flow\n start_ms: 213210\n end_ms: 215790\n- text: Doin' average things with average hoes\n start_ms: 215790\n end_ms: 217860\n- text: Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n start_ms: 217860\n end_ms: 219630\n- text: For my super sperm (check it)\n start_ms: 219630\n end_ms: 222220\n- text: Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n start_ms: 222220\n end_ms: 225050\n- text: I smell sess, pass the method\n start_ms: 225050\n end_ms: 226890\n- text: Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n start_ms: 226890\n end_ms: 229250\n- text: Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n start_ms: 229250\n end_ms: 231890\n- text: Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n start_ms: 231890\n end_ms: 234340\n- text: A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n start_ms: 234340\n end_ms: 237240\n- text: J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n start_ms: 237240\n end_ms: 238990\n- text: Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n start_ms: 238990\n end_ms: 241190\n- text: Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n start_ms: 241190\n end_ms: 244360\n- text: Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n start_ms: 244360\n end_ms: 246150\n- text: P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n start_ms: 246150\n end_ms: 250810\n- text: Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n start_ms: 250810\n end_ms: 253940\n- text: Ooh, I be the super sperm\n start_ms: 253940\n end_ms: 255470\n- text: Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n start_ms: 255470\n end_ms: 258260\n- text: Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n start_ms: 258260\n end_ms: 260160\n- text: Now, how many licks does it take\n start_ms: 260160\n end_ms: 261900\n- text: For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n start_ms: 261900\n end_ms: 264470\n- text: Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n start_ms: 264470\n end_ms: 267000\n- text: Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n start_ms: 267000\n end_ms: 269600\n- text: So to each and every crew\n start_ms: 269600\n end_ms: 271170\n- text: You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n start_ms: 271170\n end_ms: 273480\n- text: Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n start_ms: 273480\n end_ms: 277270\n- text: And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n start_ms: 277270\n end_ms: 279120\n- text: The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 279120\n end_ms: 281120\n- text: M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 281120\n end_ms: 283570\n- text: M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n start_ms: 283570\n end_ms: 286370\n- text: Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n start_ms: 286370\n end_ms: 288850\n- text: Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n start_ms: 288850\n end_ms: 291370\n- text: Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n start_ms: 291370\n end_ms: 293210\n- text: Your soul have just been tooken\n start_ms: 293210\n end_ms: 295370\n- text: Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n start_ms: 295370\n end_ms: 323790\n- text: Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n start_ms: 323790\n end_ms: 327560\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 327560\nplain: |-\n Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":19281392,"name":"Method Man","trackName":"Method Man","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu: The Story of the Wu‐Tang Clan","duration":299.773333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? 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Oh, my Lord\n[01:37.43] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[01:39.44] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[01:42.41] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[01:44.07] It's the Method\n[01:45.13] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[01:47.13] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[01:49.94] Don't forget your 'orty\n[01:52.39] And we gonna do it like this\n[01:54.05] I got fat bags of skunk\n[01:56.40] I got White Owl blunts\n[01:58.74] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:01.20] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:03.18] I got myself a Forty\n[02:05.89] And I got myself a shorty\n[02:08.89] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[02:10.71] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[02:13.33] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[02:15.27] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[02:17.66] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[02:20.27] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[02:22.22] Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[02:25.35] Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[02:27.43] All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[02:29.97] Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[02:32.22] Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[02:35.06] Doin' average things with average hoes\n[02:37.49] Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[02:39.44] For my super sperm (check it)\n[02:41.99] Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[02:44.25] I smell sess, pass the method\n[02:46.96] Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[02:48.82] Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[02:51.59] Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[02:53.57] A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[02:56.09] J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[02:58.51] Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[03:00.40] Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[03:03.22] Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[03:05.29] P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[03:10.17] Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[03:12.83] Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[03:15.23] Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[03:17.35] Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[03:19.21] Now, how many licks does it take\n[03:21.51] For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[03:23.25] Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[03:25.60] Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[03:28.44] So to each and every crew\n[03:30.32] You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[03:32.97] Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[03:35.71] And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[03:38.33] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:40.92] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:43.13] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:45.11] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[03:48.05] Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[03:49.79] Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[03:52.81] Your soul have just been tooken\n[03:54.38] Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[04:16.29] Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[04:19.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man\n artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n album: 'Wu: The Story of the Wu‐Tang Clan'\n duration_ms: 299773\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 3730\n end_ms: 5890\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":19244797,"name":"Method Man","trackName":"Method Man","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu: The Story of the Wu‐Tang Clan","duration":299.807347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? 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Yeah?\n[00:07.57] Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[00:09.35] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[00:12.04] The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[00:16.22] Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[00:19.55] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:23.00] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:24.79] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:27.57] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:29.78] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[00:32.05] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[00:34.69] Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[00:36.33] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[00:38.96] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[00:41.17] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[00:43.41] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[00:46.35] In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[00:48.56] Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[00:51.13] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[00:53.28] Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[00:55.34] You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[00:57.90] Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[01:00.33] I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[01:03.24] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[01:04.89] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[01:08.36] Am the one and only Method Man\n[01:10.33] The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[01:12.53] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[01:14.48] Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[01:16.06] Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[01:18.36] Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[01:20.37] Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[01:22.32] Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[01:24.71] Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[01:28.71] Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[01:30.34] The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[01:33.17] Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[01:34.92] What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[01:37.43] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[01:39.44] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[01:42.41] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[01:44.07] It's the Method\n[01:45.13] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[01:47.13] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[01:49.94] Don't forget your 'orty\n[01:52.39] And we gonna do it like this\n[01:54.05] I got fat bags of skunk\n[01:56.40] I got White Owl blunts\n[01:58.74] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:01.20] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:03.18] I got myself a Forty\n[02:05.89] And I got myself a shorty\n[02:08.89] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[02:10.71] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[02:13.33] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[02:15.27] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[02:17.66] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[02:20.27] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[02:22.22] Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[02:25.35] Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[02:27.43] All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[02:29.97] Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[02:32.22] Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[02:35.06] Doin' average things with average hoes\n[02:37.49] Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[02:39.44] For my super sperm (check it)\n[02:41.99] Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[02:44.25] I smell sess, pass the method\n[02:46.96] Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[02:48.82] Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[02:51.59] Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[02:53.57] A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[02:56.09] J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[02:58.51] Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[03:00.40] Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[03:03.22] Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[03:05.29] P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[03:10.17] Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[03:12.83] Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[03:15.23] Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[03:17.35] Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[03:19.21] Now, how many licks does it take\n[03:21.51] For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[03:23.25] Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[03:25.60] Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[03:28.44] So to each and every crew\n[03:30.32] You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[03:32.97] Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[03:35.71] And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[03:38.33] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:40.92] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:43.13] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:45.11] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[03:48.05] Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[03:49.79] Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[03:52.81] Your soul have just been tooken\n[03:54.38] Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[04:16.29] Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[04:19.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man\n artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n album: 'Wu: The Story of the Wu‐Tang Clan'\n duration_ms: 299807\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 3730\n end_ms: 5890\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":18836064,"name":"Method Man","trackName":"Method Man","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan","duration":301.505306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:53.16] Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:56.96] Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[01:00.56] Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[01:08.65] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[01:12.57] The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[01:15.92] Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[01:20.60] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:23.23] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:25.26] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:27.65] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:30.38] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[01:32.23] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[01:34.52] Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[01:37.24] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[01:40.11] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[01:41.69] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[01:44.78] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[01:46.63] In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[01:48.73] Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[01:51.43] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[01:53.62] Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[01:55.70] You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[01:58.51] Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[02:00.73] I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[02:03.38] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[02:05.85] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[02:08.53] Am the one and only Method Man\n[02:10.43] The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[02:12.78] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[02:14.90] Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[02:17.21] Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[02:20.03] Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[02:21.36] Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[02:23.87] Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[02:26.29] Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[02:28.83] Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[02:31.28] The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[02:34.08] Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[02:35.76] What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[02:38.74] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[02:39.84] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[02:41.95] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[02:45.07] It's the Method\n[02:45.95] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[02:48.90] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[02:50.98] Don't forget your 'orty\n[02:53.54] And we gonna do it like this\n[02:55.07] I got fat bags of skunk\n[02:56.51] I got White Owl blunts\n[02:59.67] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:01.88] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:03.72] I got myself a Forty\n[03:06.07] And I got myself a shorty\n[03:09.00] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[03:10.65] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[03:13.14] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[03:16.15] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[03:18.67] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[03:21.27] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[03:23.54] Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[03:25.77] Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[03:28.07] All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[03:30.69] Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[03:33.23] Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[03:35.73] Doin' average things with average hoes\n[03:37.89] Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[03:39.67] For my super sperm (check it)\n[03:42.22] Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[03:45.08] I smell sess, pass the method\n[03:46.83] Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[03:49.27] Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[03:51.81] Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[03:54.37] A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[03:57.23] J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[03:58.97] Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[04:01.16] Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[04:04.32] Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[04:06.20] P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[04:10.83] Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[04:13.93] Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[04:15.48] Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[04:18.23] Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[04:20.14] Now, how many licks does it take\n[04:21.94] For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[04:24.44] Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[04:27.09] Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[04:29.60] So to each and every crew\n[04:31.20] You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[04:33.46] Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[04:37.26] And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[04:39.13] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:41.14] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:43.55] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:46.33] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[04:48.88] Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[04:51.39] Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[04:53.20] Your soul have just been tooken\n[04:55.35] Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[05:23.71] Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[05:27.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: 'Wu: The Story Of The Wu-Tang Clan'\n duration_ms: 301505\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 53160\n end_ms: 56960\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":22035355,"name":"Method Man","trackName":"Method Man","artistName":"Wu-Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu∶ The Story of the Wu-Tang Clan","duration":301.505306,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:53.16] Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:56.96] Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[01:00.56] Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[01:08.65] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[01:12.57] The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[01:15.92] Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[01:20.60] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:23.23] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:25.26] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:27.65] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[01:30.38] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[01:32.23] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[01:34.52] Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[01:37.24] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[01:40.11] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[01:41.69] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[01:44.78] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[01:46.63] In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[01:48.73] Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[01:51.43] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[01:53.62] Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[01:55.70] You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[01:58.51] Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[02:00.73] I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[02:03.38] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[02:05.85] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[02:08.53] Am the one and only Method Man\n[02:10.43] The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[02:12.78] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[02:14.90] Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[02:17.21] Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[02:20.03] Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[02:21.36] Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[02:23.87] Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[02:26.29] Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[02:28.83] Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[02:31.28] The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[02:34.08] Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[02:35.76] What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[02:38.74] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[02:39.84] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[02:41.95] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[02:45.07] It's the Method\n[02:45.95] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[02:48.90] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[02:50.98] Don't forget your 'orty\n[02:53.54] And we gonna do it like this\n[02:55.07] I got fat bags of skunk\n[02:56.51] I got White Owl blunts\n[02:59.67] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:01.88] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[03:03.72] I got myself a Forty\n[03:06.07] And I got myself a shorty\n[03:09.00] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[03:10.65] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[03:13.14] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[03:16.15] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[03:18.67] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[03:21.27] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[03:23.54] Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[03:25.77] Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[03:28.07] All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[03:30.69] Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[03:33.23] Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[03:35.73] Doin' average things with average hoes\n[03:37.89] Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[03:39.67] For my super sperm (check it)\n[03:42.22] Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[03:45.08] I smell sess, pass the method\n[03:46.83] Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[03:49.27] Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[03:51.81] Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[03:54.37] A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[03:57.23] J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[03:58.97] Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[04:01.16] Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[04:04.32] Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[04:06.20] P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[04:10.83] Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[04:13.93] Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[04:15.48] Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[04:18.23] Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[04:20.14] Now, how many licks does it take\n[04:21.94] For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[04:24.44] Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[04:27.09] Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[04:29.60] So to each and every crew\n[04:31.20] You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[04:33.46] Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[04:37.26] And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[04:39.13] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:41.14] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:43.55] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[04:46.33] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[04:48.88] Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[04:51.39] Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[04:53.20] Your soul have just been tooken\n[04:55.35] Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[05:23.71] Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[05:27.57] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man\n artist: Wu-Tang Clan\n album: Wu∶ The Story of the Wu-Tang Clan\n duration_ms: 301505\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 53160\n end_ms: 56960\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"},{"id":35965898,"name":"Method Man","trackName":"Method Man","artistName":"Wu‐Tang Clan","albumName":"Wu- The Story of the Wu‐Tang Clan","duration":350.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\nYo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\nNiggas is wildin', check it out, kid\nFrom the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\nThe RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\nRaekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\nHey, you, get off my cloud\nYou don't know me and you don't know my style\nWho be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\nPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\nDon't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\nPeanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\nIn fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\nBand, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\nAnd I don't eat green eggs and ham\nStyle'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\nYou'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\nTurn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\nI'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\nUpside, downside, inside and outside\nHittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\nAm the one and only Method Man\nThe master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\nWrap, with some of this and some of that\nHold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\nOver there, but I think he best to beware\nOf the diggy dog shit right here\nYippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\nLike Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\nComin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\nTell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\nThe poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\nRub it on your skin like lotion\nWhat's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\nAnother corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n\"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\nIt's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\nIt's the Method\n\nAlright, y'all, get your White Owls\nGet your Meth', get your skins\nDon't forget your 'orty\nAnd we gonna do it like this\n\nI got fat bags of skunk\nI got White Owl blunts\nAnd I'm about to go get lifted\nYes, I'm about to go get lifted\nI got myself a Forty\nAnd I got myself a shorty\nAnd I'm about to go and stick it\nYes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\nH-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\nBlow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\nZoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\nWrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\nQuestion, what exactly is a panty raider?\nIll behavior, savior or major flavor\nAll of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\nAlso, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\nNot an average Joe with an average flow\nDoin' average things with average hoes\nYo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\nFor my super sperm (check it)\nCheck it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\nI smell sess, pass the method\nLet's get lifted as I kick ballistic\nMissiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\nClip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\nA Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\nJ-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\nMake girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\nWild, the Shaolin style is all in me\nChild, the whole damn isle is callin' me\nP-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\nMeaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\nOoh, I be the super sperm\n\nChim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\nFreak a flow and flow fancy-free\nNow, how many licks does it take\nFor me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\nPeep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\nFadin' motherfuckers like bleach\nSo to each and every crew\nYou're clear like glass, I could see right through\nYour whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\nAnd you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\nThe M-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nM-E-T-H-O-D Man\nHere I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\nStraight from the slums of Shaolin\nWu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\nYour soul have just been tooken\nThrough the 36 Chambers of death, kid\nWord to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.73] Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n[00:05.89] Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? Yeah?\n[00:07.57] Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n[00:09.35] From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n[00:12.04] The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n[00:16.22] Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n[00:19.55] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:23.00] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:24.79] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:27.57] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[00:29.78] Hey, you, get off my cloud\n[00:32.05] You don't know me and you don't know my style\n[00:34.69] Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n[00:36.33] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[00:38.96] Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n[00:41.17] Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n[00:43.41] Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n[00:46.35] In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n[00:48.56] Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n[00:51.13] And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n[00:53.28] Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n[00:55.34] You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n[00:57.90] Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n[01:00.33] I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n[01:03.24] Upside, downside, inside and outside\n[01:04.89] Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n[01:08.36] Am the one and only Method Man\n[01:10.33] The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n[01:12.53] Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n[01:14.48] Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n[01:16.06] Over there, but I think he best to beware\n[01:18.36] Of the diggy dog shit right here\n[01:20.37] Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n[01:22.32] Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n[01:24.71] Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n[01:28.71] Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n[01:30.34] The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n[01:33.17] Rub it on your skin like lotion\n[01:34.92] What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n[01:37.43] Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n[01:39.44] \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n[01:42.41] It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n[01:44.07] It's the Method\n[01:45.13] Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n[01:47.13] Get your Meth', get your skins\n[01:49.94] Don't forget your 'orty\n[01:52.39] And we gonna do it like this\n[01:54.05] I got fat bags of skunk\n[01:56.40] I got White Owl blunts\n[01:58.74] And I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:01.20] Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n[02:03.18] I got myself a Forty\n[02:05.89] And I got myself a shorty\n[02:08.89] And I'm about to go and stick it\n[02:10.71] Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n[02:13.33] H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n[02:15.27] Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n[02:17.66] Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n[02:20.27] Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n[02:22.22] Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n[02:25.35] Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n[02:27.43] All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n[02:29.97] Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n[02:32.22] Not an average Joe with an average flow\n[02:35.06] Doin' average things with average hoes\n[02:37.49] Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n[02:39.44] For my super sperm (check it)\n[02:41.99] Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n[02:44.25] I smell sess, pass the method\n[02:46.96] Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n[02:48.82] Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n[02:51.59] Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n[02:53.57] A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n[02:56.09] J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n[02:58.51] Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n[03:00.40] Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n[03:03.22] Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n[03:05.29] P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n[03:10.17] Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n[03:12.83] Ooh, I be the super sperm\n[03:15.23] Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n[03:17.35] Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n[03:19.21] Now, how many licks does it take\n[03:21.51] For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n[03:23.25] Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n[03:25.60] Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n[03:28.44] So to each and every crew\n[03:30.32] You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n[03:32.97] Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n[03:35.71] And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n[03:38.33] The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:40.92] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:43.13] M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n[03:45.11] Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n[03:48.05] Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n[03:49.79] Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n[03:52.81] Your soul have just been tooken\n[03:54.38] Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n[04:16.29] Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n[04:19.56] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Method Man\n artist: Wu‐Tang Clan\n album: Wu- The Story of the Wu‐Tang Clan\n duration_ms: 350000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yo, roll the dice, yo, roll the dice\n start_ms: 3730\n end_ms: 5890\n- text: Yo, so it's goin' down like that, huh? 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Yeah?\n Niggas is wildin', check it out, kid\n From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again\n The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Inspectah Deck\n Raekwon the Chef, U-God, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man\n\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n\n Hey, you, get off my cloud\n You don't know me and you don't know my style\n Who be gettin' flam when they come to a jam?\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, hey, the Method Man\n Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan\n Peanut butter 'cause I'm not butter\n In fact, I snap back like a rubber\n\n Band, I be Sam, Sam-I-Am\n And I don't eat green eggs and ham\n Style'll hit ya, wham, then goddamn\n You'll be like, \"Oh shit, that's the jam\"\n Turn it up, now hear me get buck w-w-wild\n I'm about to blow, light me up (light me up)\n Upside, downside, inside and outside\n Hittin' you from every angle, there's no doubt I\n\n Am the one and only Method Man\n The master of the plan, rappin' shit like Saran\n Wrap, with some of this and some of that\n Hold up (what?) I tawt I taw a putty tat\n Over there, but I think he best to beware\n Of the diggy dog shit right here\n Yippy-yippy-yay, yippy-yah, yippy-yo\n Like Deck said, \"This ain't your average flow\"\n\n Comin' like rah, ooh-ah, achie-kah\n Tell me, how you like it so far, baby paw?\n The poetry's in motion, coast to coast and\n Rub it on your skin like lotion\n What's the commotion? Oh, my Lord\n Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword\n \"Hey, hey, hey\" like Fat Albert\n It's the Method Man, ain't no if ands about it\n It's the Method\n\n Alright, y'all, get your White Owls\n Get your Meth', get your skins\n Don't forget your 'orty\n And we gonna do it like this\n\n I got fat bags of skunk\n I got White Owl blunts\n And I'm about to go get lifted\n Yes, I'm about to go get lifted\n I got myself a Forty\n And I got myself a shorty\n And I'm about to go and stick it\n Yes, I'm about to go and stick it, uh\n\n H-U-F-F, huff, and I puff\n Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin'\n Zoom, I hit the mic like, \"Boom!\"\n Wrote a song about it, like to hear it? Here it goes\n Question, what exactly is a panty raider?\n Ill behavior, savior or major flavor\n All of the above, oh yeah, plus seducer\n Also, flam, I'm the man, call me super\n\n Not an average Joe with an average flow\n Doin' average things with average hoes\n Yo, I'm super, I'll make a bitch squirm\n For my super sperm (check it)\n Check it, I give it to you raw butt-naked\n I smell sess, pass the method\n Let's get lifted as I kick ballistic\n Missiles and shoot game like a pistol\n\n Clip is loaded when I click bang (bang)\n A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain\n J-U-M-P, jump, and I thump\n Make girls rump like pump and Humpty Hump\n Wild, the Shaolin style is all in me\n Child, the whole damn isle is callin' me\n P-A-N-T-Y, R-A-I-D-E-R, mad raw, I don't fry\n Meaning, no one can burn or toss and turn me\n Ooh, I be the super sperm\n\n Chim-chimney, chim-chim, cher-ee\n Freak a flow and flow fancy-free\n Now, how many licks does it take\n For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break?\n Peep and don't sleep, the crew's mad deep (Wu-Tang)\n Fadin' motherfuckers like bleach\n So to each and every crew\n You're clear like glass, I could see right through\n Your whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all, 'cause you vic'd\n And you didn't have friends to begin with, I'm-\n\n The M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n M-E-T-H-O-D Man\n Here I am, here I am, the Method Man\n\n Straight from the slums of Shaolin\n Wu-Tang Killa Beez on a swarm\n Your soul have just been tooken\n Through the 36 Chambers of death, kid\n Word to mother, Method Man signin' off, peace\n"}]