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[Intro: Man]
16th Chamber, temple five

[Method
said it's on, if it is then I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of
I it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down the Clan
I be comin, for that 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 deep in here, I mean like thick
lookin all in my face like they want dick
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 bigga
Because they got the on the trigga of a biscuit
They know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, want the juice
But he want 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 don't want a burn glock
Then beware, I buck shots, what, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be
Unless it's being by who... the 1-6-Ooh

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

[Ol' Bastard]
I'm the G-O-D
Making young ladies scream is my
when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, wanna get hype
From the fresh music that was stereotyped
I kill, that ol' mad rugged flow
Not sayin Ason, is like a of disco
Or a duck, I'm strictly hip hop
Yo, Ason, what's up? I stop...
Wu-Tanging, the script and
You test my skills, but niggaz must be trippin
Coked up sniffin, you're the one who's riffin
I'm not Opie, that old shit for Andy Griffith
You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz slippin
While you I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
As I, on stage, cold flip a rip a show
Strip or rip a hoe, like Bo
while I'm still taxin, I'm maxin
Relaxin, backs and, laying tracks and
Again and when 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, couldn't
Niggaz wanna jump, stepped, to the center
Of the inventor, MC tormentor
You get jacked and slapped, the MC map
I laugh at ya ass, on a shack
on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get rudie with the Hong Phooey
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC
Money maker, Brooklyn, style
That I lay like tile