Is It Me Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

[Intro: Method Man] 

Uh... yeah, y'all, guess whose back? 

Heh... cauli' flavored, momma crack 

Yeah... yeah... Scott Storch (Return of the great) 

Mr. M-E-F (aww shit) know what I said 

Black people don't use the T-H, yo (got it fucked up now) 

Yo, yo... 

[Method Man] 

Guess who back though, crack dough, yes, eyes is hat low 

Stash 'dro, pimp on the side, you know how that go 

Rap flow, major, taste the flavor, all natural high 

Y'all gotta love it when the track go (track go) 

Ask Def Jam what's hot, three letters, M-E-F Man 

Been stopped, that's off top, young, fresh to death 

And you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man 

Rap C.E.O. minus the yes-man (yes-man) 

I know that's right, so act right, Staten on the map 

Like fuck y'all, get stuck, y'all and have a bad night 

As I brush off my shoulder, that's right 

My nigga Scott Storch keep bringing it back like (back like) 

Oh boy, dig it, I talk about it and I live it 

Been there, did it, shitted and wiped my ass with it 

These critics saw the train for brains and must of missed it 

If they ain't got the shit, they'll never get it (never get it) 

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[Chorus: Method Man] 

Is it me, or is it these, niggaz in it for cheese 

Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez 

Is it me, or is it me, that ain't feeling M.C.'s 

With the top down, wheeling the v, feeling the breeze 

Is it me, or is it these, niggaz spitting the same 

Is it me, all my enemies, throwing shit in the game 

Is it me, or the industry that really got to change 

Once again, it's Wu-Tang, in case y'all forgot the name 

[Method Man] 

I spit germ, early bird gets worm, now 

Now that it's his turn, clowns don't get turns, now 

Fuck with a chick perm, when she get hot, you get burned 

You see I'm not kidding, knowing these kids learn (kids learn) 

And and I'm that dude, ahh-choo, and allerging to wake jewels 

Blast if I have to, and y'all don't give me no hassle 

Who rep Rotten Apple to death and get natural 

Make hard beats pound like the track do (track do) 

If you ask me, this raspy voice nigga is nasty 

Khaki's hanging off of his ass, eyes is glassy 

That's fucked, that's us, niggaz know where to catch me 

At 1-800 GET-AT-ME, (get at me) 

My, flow's, no holds barred, Holy Jahad 

It's the head nigga in charge, Meth, back on the job 

Like back in the days, back when, the game was hard 

And when they reminiscenced over Wu, my God 

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[Chorus] 

[Method Man] 

Until these rap niggaz stepped up, checked up, man this game is messed up 

Next up, you know what it is, don't get it f'd up 

Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up 

And I don't mean to beat you in the head, but (head, but) 

When you spit that, forget that, I eat these niggaz food 

And the shit wrapped, where Cliff at? Tell 'em Mr. Meth got his shit back 

The gift back, sign, sealed, delivered and gift wrapped 

And when you hear that click-click (click-click) 

That's real talk, some niggaz will talk to the cops 

Get killed off, man how did you get caught with all the rocks 

And still walk, no matter what you mix with a pig 

You still pork, and money is still forced (still forced) 

Yeah, that was right on cue, new and improved 

All these dudes try'nna walk in my shoes, doing my moves 

But that's cool, cause I'ma make it do what it do 

With this W, like I can I get a "suu" motherfuckers? 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: Method Man] 

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