Tuesday, 29 March 2016

For the Younglings: Method in my madness

[Skit: Method Man and Raekwon]

[Meth] Yeahhh, torture Aristotle what? [Torture Plato what?] What?

I'll fuckin - I'll fuckin tie The Poetics to a fuckin bedpost with a Greek Lexicon's ass cheeks spread out and shit, right, put a deconstruction on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there for like a half hour, take it off and stick it in your Unities slow like *Tssssssss*

[Rae] Yeah, I'll fuckin - yeah I'll fuckin lay your description of the parts of tragedy on a fuckin dresser, just your six categories layin on a fuckin dresser, and bang them shits with a spiked fuckin epistemology.

[Ooooohhhh] Whassup? BLAOWWW!!

[Meth] I'll fuckin - I'll fuckin pull your fuckin assumptions out your fuckin Politics and stab the shit with a rusty ontology, BLAOWW!!

[Raek] I'll fuckin - I'll fuckin - I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin hirarchies of citizens off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker

[Meth] I'll fuckin - I'll fuckin sew your context closed, and keep feedin you and feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you

Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice

Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
Critics is whylin, check it out kid

[Intro: GZA]
From the slums of Athens, Plato's Academy strikes again
The Rosseau, the GKV, Ol' Dirty Nietsche, Inspectah Derrida
Foucault the Chef, Augustine, Ghostface Killah and the Method Man

[Hook: Method Man]
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man

[Verse 1: Method Man]
Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be getting flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the Method Man
Don't rate Stoics, Sargon or Sarkeesian
Theories of thinking cause I'm not common
In fact I snap back like a rubber band
I be aesthetician, Critic-I-Am and I don't respect YouTube, ma'am.
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buckw-w-wild
I'm about to blow light me up
Upside, downside, inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt I
Am the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan, wrappin shit like Saran
Wrap, with some ontology and some semiotics
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Derrida said this ain't your average flow
Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub my phenomenology on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Occam sword
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method

[Break: Method Man]
All right, y'all get ya Young Critics, get ya context, get ya voice
Don't forget your Theory
And we gonna do it like this

[Bridge: Method Man]
I got, fat bags of Diderot
I got, Post-Modernism blows
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted
I got myself a Theory
I got myself a Grant
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes I'm about to go and stick it uhh

[Verse 2: Method Man]
H-U-F-F huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin
Zoom, I hit the hegemony like boom
Wrote a post about it like to hear it here it goes
Question, what exactly is epistemology?
Ill behaviour savior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah plus seducer
Also flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with what average knows
Yo I'm super I'll make Rosseau squirm
For my Super Analysis (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell modernism, pass the method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang dang
Deconstructed slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I thump
Make playwrights' rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Foucault style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is callin me
CRITICULOUS mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super critic
Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many essays does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Semiotics
Fadin The Ancients like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin em all cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to begin with, I'm

[Hook: Method Man]
The M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
M-E-T, H-O-D, Man
Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

[Outro: RZA (Ghostface Killah) {​​Method Man}​​]
Straight from the slums of Watford
Vile Arts Killa Beez on a swarm
Ya's all have just been taken through the 36 Chambers of death, kid
{​​Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace}​​

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