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[Intro: Method
16th Chamber, temple five

Man]
Somebody it's on, if it is then I'll be set
To blow a up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you can't
For my brother, I kill a Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style the Isle of Stat
My peoples are you with me you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face they want dick
about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I stands no mo'
What is it? think they bigga
Because got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a
yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he want 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 don't want a burn glock
beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops
Here, no more will be made
Unless it's made by who... the 1-6-Ooh

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

[Ol' Dirty
I'm the G-O-D
Making young scream is my specialty
when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls get hype
From the funky fresh music that was
When I kill, that ol' mad flow
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
Coked up from sniffin, you're the one who's
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Griffith
You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're
While you I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, flip a rip a show
Strip or rip a hoe, ready Bo
Jackson while I'm taxin, I'm maxin
Relaxin, sittin and, laying tracks and
Again and again I rock this jam
I see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand
Introducin, the band
A child that's wild, now with the style, stand
Niggaz jump, then stepped, to the center
Of the inventor, MC tormentor
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' Bastard, MC killer
maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
That I lay down like