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[Intro: Method
16th Chamber, temple five

[Method
Somebody said on, if it is then I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man with the Clan
I be comin, for that you can't cope
For my brother, I kill a Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the Isle of
My are you with me where 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 can't no mo'
What is it? Niggaz think they
Because they got the on the trigga of a biscuit
They know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga the juice
But he want the hassle
they trying to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple, I'm comin to your
Black down, the rental, car, the
YAH! If you don't want a burn from
Then beware, I shots, meaning what, the buck stops
Here, no more dough be made
Unless being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh

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

[Ol' Dirty
I'm the G-O-D
Making young scream is my specialty
I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype
From the fresh music that was stereotyped
I kill, that ol' mad rugged flow
Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of
Or a disco duck, I'm hip hop
Yo, Ason, what's up? I stop...
Wu-Tanging, flipping the and
You could test my skills, but niggaz 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 you're
While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie
As I, jump on stage, cold a rip a show
Strip or rip a hoe, like Bo
Jackson I'm still taxin, I'm maxin
Relaxin, sittin and, laying tracks and
Again and again when I rock 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 jump, then stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC
You get and slapped, across the MC map
I laugh at ya ass, on a shack
Come on through I black and blue your crew
Then I get with the Hong Kong Phooey
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC
Money maker, Brooklyn, style
I lay down like tile