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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 fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down the Clan
I be comin, for headpiece 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?
gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want
about 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 of a biscuit
They don't I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the
But he don't the hassle
Thought trying to overthrow the castle
yet the temple, I'm comin to your town
Black down, the rental, car, the
YAH! If you want a burn from glock
Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck
Here, no more dough will be
Unless it's being by who... the 1-6-Ooh

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

Dirty Bastard]
I'm the G-O-D
Making young ladies is my specialty
when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, wanna get hype
From the fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol' mad rugged
Not sayin Ason, is like a of disco
Or a duck, I'm strictly hip hop
Yo, Ason, up? I can't stop...
Wu-Tanging, the script and
You test my skills, but niggaz must be trippin
up from 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
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 I'm still taxin, I'm maxin
Relaxin, sittin and, laying tracks and
Again and again I rock this jam
I wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your
Introducin, the one-man
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 laugh at ya ass, on a horse
on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get with the Hong Kong Phooey
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC
Money maker, Brooklyn, style
That I lay down like