| Song | Stringplay (Like This, Like That) |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | Beneath the Surface |
| 作词 : Ansari, Grice, Smith | |
| Method Man | |
| Uh, and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Now let me tell you who I am | |
| Up early in the morning, dressed in black | |
| Who dat? *echoes* | |
| Genius/GZA | |
| Yo, yo, Marvel this theatrical, drama on stage | |
| Broadway classical, led men to rage | |
| Like currents, the beat change and now a flow is strange | |
| You in the arctic wit wolves that viciously main | |
| Thugs that roam clubs, in the dark wit fireworks that spark | |
| The saltwater vibrations comin from sharks | |
| Blood-thirsty kids bite just as well as I write | |
| You're like secretaries who can't type, you're no use | |
| Broke down vessels who want a boost, there's no jokes | |
| Quick fast you, get stumped cuz you played, your organ pump Kool-Aid, | |
| from Indiana wit the Jones of a Lost Crusade | |
| Hip-hop done hit the church, | |
| choir girls rockin mini skirts The b-side kept plenty hurt | |
| Push like the shovels in snow storms | |
| And stack piles of foul, the shit you must GROW ON! *echoes* | |
| Method Man | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Pay no attention to the evil they speak You caught the beef | |
| Wit the equal eye, poisonous beats from underneath | |
| Crack the concrete wit two left feet Head on my meat | |
| Ain't no games here we playin for keeps (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) | |
| Introducing, the crowd seducing man on the street | |
| Penitentiaries is either half-dead or too sweet | |
| Back to basic, condition-al god, plus I can take it | |
| Wagin war within the matrix, it's hard to see | |
| Touch, hear, smell or even taste it, take your places | |
| We runnin in these human races, bucking naked | |
| Back-slappin kid yappin, actin villian | |
| catchin feelin like we cap peelin as if we killin | |
| every brick in every project building | |
| From Cabrini Green to Tildens, | |
| sincerely yours Mista Meth and Maximilion (da millions, da millions) | |
| (Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka KAAA!) (da millions ha!) | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Uh uh uh uh | |
| Uh uh uh uh | |
| Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm | |
| (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) | |
| (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!) | |
| Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm | |
| And it goes like this |
| zuò cí : Ansari, Grice, Smith | |
| Method Man | |
| Uh, and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Now let me tell you who I am | |
| Up early in the morning, dressed in black | |
| Who dat? echoes | |
| Genius GZA | |
| Yo, yo, Marvel this theatrical, drama on stage | |
| Broadway classical, led men to rage | |
| Like currents, the beat change and now a flow is strange | |
| You in the arctic wit wolves that viciously main | |
| Thugs that roam clubs, in the dark wit fireworks that spark | |
| The saltwater vibrations comin from sharks | |
| Bloodthirsty kids bite just as well as I write | |
| You' re like secretaries who can' t type, you' re no use | |
| Broke down vessels who want a boost, there' s no jokes | |
| Quick fast you, get stumped cuz you played, your organ pump KoolAid, | |
| from Indiana wit the Jones of a Lost Crusade | |
| Hiphop done hit the church, | |
| choir girls rockin mini skirts The bside kept plenty hurt | |
| Push like the shovels in snow storms | |
| And stack piles of foul, the shit you must GROW ON! echoes | |
| Method Man | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Pay no attention to the evil they speak You caught the beef | |
| Wit the equal eye, poisonous beats from underneath | |
| Crack the concrete wit two left feet Head on my meat | |
| Ain' t no games here we playin for keeps WE PLAY FOR KEEPS! | |
| Introducing, the crowd seducing man on the street | |
| Penitentiaries is either halfdead or too sweet | |
| Back to basic, conditional god, plus I can take it | |
| Wagin war within the matrix, it' s hard to see | |
| Touch, hear, smell or even taste it, take your places | |
| We runnin in these human races, bucking naked | |
| Backslappin kid yappin, actin villian | |
| catchin feelin like we cap peelin as if we killin | |
| every brick in every project building | |
| From Cabrini Green to Tildens, | |
| sincerely yours Mista Meth and Maximilion da millions, da millions | |
| Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka KAAA! da millions ha! | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Uh and it goes like this | |
| Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that | |
| Uh uh uh uh | |
| Uh uh uh uh | |
| WuTang Killa Bees on the swarm | |
| WE PLAY FOR KEEPS! | |
| WE PLAY FOR KEEPS! | |
| WuTang Killa Bees on the swarm | |
| And it goes like this |