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[Intro: Man]
16th Chamber, temple number

[Method
Somebody said it's on, if it is then be set
To a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down the Clan
I be comin, for that you can't cope
For my brother, I kill a Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style the Isle of Stat
My peoples are you with me you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face they want dick
It's to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I stands no mo'
What is it? Niggaz they bigga
Because they got the finga on the trigga of a
don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga the juice
But he don't the hassle
Thought they trying to the castle
Better yet the temple, I'm to your town
Black down, the rental, car, the
YAH! If you want a burn from glock
Then beware, I shots, meaning what, the buck stops
Here, no more will be made
it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh

[Interlude: (Method Man)]
Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) four
Temple nine, temple number nine

[Ol' Bastard]
I'm the original
Making young ladies is my specialty
when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, wanna get hype
the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, ol' mad rugged flow
Not sayin Ason, is a duck of disco
Or a disco duck, I'm hip hop
Yo, Ason, up? I can't stop...
Wu-Tanging, flipping the and
You could test my skills, but niggaz be trippin
Coked up from sniffin, the one who's riffin
I'm not Opie, save old shit for Andy Griffith
You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're
you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a
Strip or rip a hoe, ready Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxin, I'm
Relaxin, backs and, laying tracks and
Again and again when I rock jam
I wanna see 'em up in the air, up your hand
Introducin, the band
A child that's wild, now with the style, stand
Niggaz wanna jump, then stepped, to the
Of the rhyme inventor, MC
You get jacked and slapped, the MC map
I at ya ass, on a horse shack
Come on through I black and blue whole crew
Then I get rudie with the Hong Phooey
The Ol' Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, style
That I lay like tile