[Verse 1] It’s just the method, I’m the Method Man, I give you mail, so I’m the Message Man. With my bars I’m very negligent, Hip-Hop sinks ‘23, this the wreckage then. Go play my record, that’s an order from your captain, Just be yourself in order to keep rapping. I was planting seeds since I was a little sapling, We made you a sarcophagus, now we look for the wrapping. The people ask me for my name, “Alexander Hamilton,” A group of six people, that’s Foo Fighters, not halogen. Treat every bar I write like a breath of oxygen, Life’s more unnatural than cows smashing cattlemen. I pull my sword from its sheath, this rap’s more than me, I need more of these beats to get chlorine in the sea. My bars are nothing special, I’m as boring as could be, My tears are rain, it’s a storming catastrophe.