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[Intro: Man]
Chamber, temple number five

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

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

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