| Song | Grid Iron Rap |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Tical 2000: Judgement Day |
| 作曲 : Patrick Charles & D. Harris & Method Man | |
| 作词 : Charles, Harris, Smith | |
| I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface | |
| I spit blood for blood verses | |
| Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land | |
| One man'll body slam | |
| Def JamFocus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in | |
| I know you're listenin', so | |
| I keep showin' and provin' | |
| Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take mine | |
| Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme | |
| Fuck a peace talk let the gun spark, on the streets of | |
| New YorkI | |
| Shaolin Strut through the city asphault(Fed up) | |
| Hold your head up, | |
| I'm circlin' the block, keep your eyes up | |
| Wise up, before you get sized up(Tied up) | |
| Play no games, speakin' on my name | |
| You catch a clipful from close range | |
| Diggin' in your pocket | |
| Take the loose change | |
| Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all | |
| I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name | |
| Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't nuttin' changed | |
| Leave the same way | |
| I came, bringin' motherfuckin' pain | |
| Killa Hill | |
| Projects, high tech street intellect | |
| Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check | |
| Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound | |
| Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin' down | |
| Yo, eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival | |
| You goin, down, y'all niggaz fuck around | |
| Shittin' where you sleepin', so my rhyme proposal | |
| Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in | |
| Fuck what you believe in, you real fake | |
| Fishin' in the same lake | |
| Eatin' off the same cake | |
| You blowface | |
| Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, actin' crook | |
| Betty shook worm, tryin' to shake the hook | |
| As the world turn nigga burn | |
| Once again the supersperm | |
| Rub it in your skin, like it's | |
| LubridermTime took to write this | |
| The war will be fought by the righteous | |
| Who stand criticized, by his un- | |
| A alikeness | |
| Knowledge is the jewel, and it's priceless | |
| Real like them | |
| Rahway Lifers | |
| Nuttin' but time on my hands | |
| Observe the black sands in the hourglass | |
| Fallin' fast in this savage land | |
| Haulin' ass, days of thunder | |
| It's road rad, your days are numbered | |
| What RZA put together, let no man tear asunder(Motherfucker) | |
| This is P | |
| L O, killa hill flow, but you don't hear me though | |
| Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow | |
| Ghettio slang pro, sling rap to cashflow | |
| Keep it live from the intro until the outro | |
| Killa Hill | |
| Projects, high tech street intellect | |
| Let's connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check | |
| Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound | |
| Ashes to ashes, y'all niggaz goin' down | |
| I'm on a suicide run, y'all niggaz know the outcome | |
| Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum | |
| Forty five bar seminar ghetto rap star | |
| Slide like water rats through the | |
| Staten Resevoir | |
| Swingin' swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards | |
| Commercial cats, fuckin' up the game, that's why | |
| I crash boards | |
| Drape floors while you | |
| Jordan, keep on tryin' yours | |
| Hardcore somethin' that my street niggaz is dyin' for | |
| Snap your neck and the dopefiend, | |
| Gobol 13Professionals we know things, say no more | |
| Check my dogs at the resevoir | |
| Gourmet special of the day is nigga | |
| SoufleePusher gotta pay and the games people play | |
| John Jay back around the way | |
| Fish Filet | |
| Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch hit the replay | |
| For dirt bomb niggaz in the | |
| P JTo cling on, bring on the good times | |
| To key on hook rhymes, that's beyond your thinkin' | |
| For eons I been here, to shine on the black mind | |
| Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga | |
| Ragtime, bad sign, flatline |
| zuò qǔ : Patrick Charles D. Harris Method Man | |
| zuò cí : Charles, Harris, Smith | |
| I silver surf the city circuits forever lurkin' on the street surface | |
| I spit blood for blood verses | |
| Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land | |
| One man' ll body slam | |
| Def JamFocus your headcam zoom in, with radio tune in | |
| I know you' re listenin', so | |
| I keep showin' and provin' | |
| Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take mine | |
| Street crime, nickel and dime rhyme | |
| Fuck a peace talk let the gun spark, on the streets of | |
| New YorkI | |
| Shaolin Strut through the city asphault Fed up | |
| Hold your head up, | |
| I' m circlin' the block, keep your eyes up | |
| Wise up, before you get sized up Tied up | |
| Play no games, speakin' on my name | |
| You catch a clipful from close range | |
| Diggin' in your pocket | |
| Take the loose change | |
| Punch the data in your mainframe, you want it all | |
| I want the same thang, strive to maintain, live out my name | |
| Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain' t nuttin' changed | |
| Leave the same way | |
| I came, bringin' motherfuckin' pain | |
| Killa Hill | |
| Projects, high tech street intellect | |
| Let' s connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check | |
| Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound | |
| Ashes to ashes, y' all niggaz goin' down | |
| Yo, eat shit and die slow, battle ground no survival | |
| You goin, down, y' all niggaz fuck around | |
| Shittin' where you sleepin', so my rhyme proposal | |
| Came indecent, beef from the butcher sink your teeth in | |
| Fuck what you believe in, you real fake | |
| Fishin' in the same lake | |
| Eatin' off the same cake | |
| You blowface | |
| Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look, actin' crook | |
| Betty shook worm, tryin' to shake the hook | |
| As the world turn nigga burn | |
| Once again the supersperm | |
| Rub it in your skin, like it' s | |
| LubridermTime took to write this | |
| The war will be fought by the righteous | |
| Who stand criticized, by his un | |
| A alikeness | |
| Knowledge is the jewel, and it' s priceless | |
| Real like them | |
| Rahway Lifers | |
| Nuttin' but time on my hands | |
| Observe the black sands in the hourglass | |
| Fallin' fast in this savage land | |
| Haulin' ass, days of thunder | |
| It' s road rad, your days are numbered | |
| What RZA put together, let no man tear asunder Motherfucker | |
| This is P | |
| L O, killa hill flow, but you don' t hear me though | |
| Live in stereo, pump it loud until your speaker blow | |
| Ghettio slang pro, sling rap to cashflow | |
| Keep it live from the intro until the outro | |
| Killa Hill | |
| Projects, high tech street intellect | |
| Let' s connect, blow your headset, fuck a mic check | |
| Ring around the underground, pocket full of sound | |
| Ashes to ashes, y' all niggaz goin' down | |
| I' m on a suicide run, y' all niggaz know the outcome | |
| Razor sharp tongue leave scars in your eardrum | |
| Forty five bar seminar ghetto rap star | |
| Slide like water rats through the | |
| Staten Resevoir | |
| Swingin' swords cut your mic cords, snatch your rap awards | |
| Commercial cats, fuckin' up the game, that' s why | |
| I crash boards | |
| Drape floors while you | |
| Jordan, keep on tryin' yours | |
| Hardcore somethin' that my street niggaz is dyin' for | |
| Snap your neck and the dopefiend, | |
| Gobol 13Professionals we know things, say no more | |
| Check my dogs at the resevoir | |
| Gourmet special of the day is nigga | |
| SoufleePusher gotta pay and the games people play | |
| John Jay back around the way | |
| Fish Filet | |
| Mr. DJ, turn it up a notch hit the replay | |
| For dirt bomb niggaz in the | |
| P JTo cling on, bring on the good times | |
| To key on hook rhymes, that' s beyond your thinkin' | |
| For eons I been here, to shine on the black mind | |
| Tell you like the last time, year of the grimy nigga | |
| Ragtime, bad sign, flatline |