[Method Man]
This goes out

to all the big head ^!$$%z
And all them big head (*##$es
You know my steez-o


Yo, yo, yo, yo
Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic

So you can't see the topic, condition combo
Blaze bring the heat to your Mourning like Alonzo
Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my pancho

Another bad desperado, trapped inbetween
the hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that
Welcome to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak

Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback
is when I condemn men, to purgatory
Stick a pen, do em in, eight million stories

in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
Blood stain on my track record, top gunner


[Chorus: Method Man]

You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw %#@!

Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
Make em get down, head where I fit, more grip
Hold this %#@! down, she don't know you better school her

("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit


[Method Man]
Check my Extinction Agenda, mind bender

No retreat no surrender, head trauma
Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor
Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session

With Immaculate Conception, hit yo' section
with my Def Squad connection, the Green-Eyed Bandit
E Double up dammit, Iron Lung

flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know
It's time that I take advantage, take command yo
Cops caught me red-handed

Blood On the Dance Floor
or was it Michael Jackson
$#&@ it, time for some action

Check my Re-Runs an see What's Happening

[Chorus 2X]


[Method Man]
Before she get her back blown

Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin
Automate and keep it goin, right and exact
Runnin track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch em wit my rap slogan

Jack Frost, leave em frozen
Bust flows and never lay text/latex without my Trojan
Hand writtin $$# whippin, I keep spittin

At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision
And split decision, tell your old folk
and your children what I'm dealin

Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain
Till I see you at the ooh-building mother$#&@ers


[Chorus]

This one, is dedicated to my big head ^!$$%z

And all them big head (*##$es
All them big head (*##$es