[Raekwon the Chef]   Let's get it on Kokomo   John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird   Yeah   Another Persian legacy      [Method] The Iron Lung      [Raekwon the Chef]   Yo yeah   Yeah, yo, yo   Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle   sword rockin halibut steak we choppin   Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time   Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line   Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley   Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's   Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater   My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas   Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin   The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans   Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in   the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden      [Method Man]   I dig my life experiences, wrap it up   in twelve inches, keepin my defenses   Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches   In the ghetto servin life sentence   Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks   Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin   Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day   Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat   in Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin   Once again plot thicken, and you succumb   to the will of the slum bite your tongue   Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one   Guilty by association, stank bitch   wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass   Let them players flash, and trick on they cash   on your funky ass I only buy shit that last   A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through   the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty   in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti   Head heavy, with deadly medleys      [Cappadonna]   I opened up my rap bible, then the light came   over the children, as it began to rain   I started buildin, spoke many times before   but didn't score, my reading was poor   Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish   and approach all hominyms, shit in your brain   Wipe my ass with the phenonmenyms, be holy   or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia   Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff   rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?   Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo   Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real   Peace out bro   ...      [Method Man]   Tical   Eyes as diamonds, time again   Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen   Give it to em raw, give it to em raw   down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof   Meth-Tical mad, god damn!   Hahahaha, right   Motherfuckers