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[Intro: Method
16th Chamber, temple five

Man]
Somebody said it's on, if it is I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five of Death
I bring it to his damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man with the Clan
I be comin, for headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I kill a Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the Isle of
My peoples are you with me you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the
all I can stands, and I can't 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, wash it down with a
Better yet a Snapple, nigga the juice
But he want the hassle
Thought they to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple, I'm to your town
Black down, the rental, car, the
YAH! If you don't want a from glock
Then beware, I shots, meaning what, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be
Unless it's being by who... the 1-6-Ooh

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

Dirty Bastard]
I'm the G-O-D
Making ladies scream is my specialty
I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype
From the funky fresh that was stereotyped
I kill, that ol' mad rugged flow
Not Ason, is like a duck of disco
Or a duck, I'm strictly hip hop
Yo, Ason, up? I can't stop...
Wu-Tanging, flipping the and
You could test my skills, but must be trippin
Coked up from sniffin, you're the one who's
I'm not Opie, save old shit for Andy Griffith
You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz slippin
While you sleep I be the God on point, like Pippen
As I, jump on stage, cold a rip a show
or rip a hoe, ready like Bo
Jackson I'm still taxin, I'm maxin
Relaxin, backs and, laying tracks and
Again and when I rock this jam
I wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up hand
Introducin, the band
A child that's wild, now the style, couldn't stand
Niggaz jump, then stepped, to the center
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
I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey
The Ol' Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, style
That I lay down tile