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[Intro: Method
16th Chamber, temple number

Man]
Somebody said it's on, if it is then be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Fingers of Death
I it to his whole 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 even kill a Pope, to mother
Serial, killa, style from the of Stat
My are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin in here, I mean like thick
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? think they bigga
Because they got the on the trigga of a biscuit
They don't know I'm wicked, when I to kick it
With the raw sound, it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the
But he don't the hassle
Thought they trying to the castle
Better yet the temple, I'm comin to town
down, the rental, car, the pistol
YAH! If you don't want a from glock
Then beware, I buck shots, what, the buck stops
Here, no more will be made
Unless it's made by who... the 1-6-Ooh

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

[Ol' Bastard]
I'm the original
Making young scream is my specialty
when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get
the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol' mad rugged
Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of
Or a disco duck, I'm hip hop
Yo, Ason, up? I can't stop...
Wu-Tanging, flipping the 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 Griffith
You to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're slippin
While you I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, cold a rip a show
or rip a hoe, ready like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxin, I'm
Relaxin, backs and, laying tracks and
Again and again when I 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
wanna jump, then stepped, to the center
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 the Hong Kong Phooey
The Ol' Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, style
That I lay like tile