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[Raekwon the
Let's get it on
John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird

Another Persian

[Method] The Lung

the Chef]
Yo
Yeah, yo, yo
throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle
sword rockin halibut we choppin
Mili-tia, eight to generals at one time
Fine we wine, go beyond one line
the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, the Bailey's
Wetter than white milk, the quilt - that's the heater
My nigga losses, strike like Adidas
Shit is deep, the Grant's still
The long time earnin, got snatched by more Germans
are seein me bleedin, jet off in
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Sweden

[Method
I dig my life experiences, it up
in twelve inches, keepin my
Put it up in raw trenches, holdin on the park benches
In the ghetto life sentence
Mass confusion in New York, on these city
sidewalks, there's no snoozin
Stop actin like me losin, peep my modern day
Pompei on city streets, the Sun heat
in Hell's Kitchen, time to get finger itchin
again plot thicken, and you succumb
to the will of the slum bite tongue
a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
Guilty by association, stank
wanna give me some, nasty -- I pass
Let them players flash, and on they cash
on your funky ass I buy shit that last
A lifetime I rhyme, chippin through
the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm
in a fifty-seven Chevy, on my own Getti
Head heavy, with medleys

I opened up my rap bible, then the light
over the children, as it to rain
I buildin, spoke many times before
but didn't score, my was poor
Injected the Devil's english, I extinguish
and all hominyms, shit in your brain
Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be
or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid
y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff
rap like Metro, echo echo, what?
my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo
Uniform flow, strong black my shit is real
out bro
...

[Method

Eyes as diamonds, time
Motherfuckers wanna battle the bat or pen
Give it to em raw, it to em raw
down to the fuckin floor, up to the with the proof
mad, god damn!
Hahahaha,