Shit is bangin', son, you see what I'm sayin'?   Our shit is bangin', son   Yo, Shaolin runnin' this shit, son, runnin' this shit   Wassup Y-Kim? Wassup nigga?      Wassup up? Representin' Brownsville base   Peace to all my Brownsville niggaz, what's goin on?   Peace to all my motherfuckin' Putnam Avenue Bedford stuy, niggaz   Peace to my, peace to my Wild Wild West Brighton, niggaz      All I hear is gun shots, can I touch somethin'?   What the blood clot? Nigga want Tical, make it happen   You know my fuckin' style, fuck the rappin'   We can take it back to '85 if you wanna start actin' like you alive      It's all good, I'm rollin' with my click   Owls, Backwoods and Phillies, smokin' cess blunts mixed with illy   Got me flusted, now the whole world looks dusted   I'm in the area with the skill that never rusted      For real, nigga, touch it and you burn   When will motherfuckers learn   What be spreadin' like a germ?   Ha, ha, it's Meth, word      I be that early bird that got the worm and if you check it   I'm on point, like a fax machine, you get the message   It be no question and them bust the second guessin'   Keep your thoughts on your lessons   What the blood clot?      To tell the truth, you don't amaze me   Killa Hill Project, a Star Trek phaser couldn't phase me, what?   Check the Raider Ruckus, fuck this, smoke a Dutchmaster   Have 'em screamin' for the duchess, yeah, I gotta have it      So I strive to stack my papes, if I don't do it for myself   I'ma do it for Case 'cause that's my people   I'm giving you injections that be lethal   Weapon, when niggaz start the half steppin' then I get evil      But don't let that negative vibe right there mislead you   I'm humble, a fucking Killa Bee, far from bumble   I sting you, bzz and I bring you   Thirty-six chambers of head banger, bitch      Why I deal with? I think the mic's on the fritz   Faggot soundmen, they be sabotagin' shit   Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane   Meth-Tical, let the whole world know my fuckin' name   What the blood clot?      Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'? Keepin' it real on this thing   First of all I'd like to give a big peace and shout out   To my brothers in the belly of the beast   Raider Ruckus, we're friends to the end and back again, baby      One love, June Lover, Shitty Brown   Pussin', Pil, The P.L.O., Stack Dat, Dusty, Storm   Su, we still in here, nigga   Jamel, one love, baby      Nice, Uncle Eric a.k.a. Shane   I ain't forget you, nigga, Shakim, nuttin'   Big Sha, K. Fisk, Big Free from Cipher Heat   All the fugitives on the run      Everybody from Riker's Island to San Quintan   And a big major shout out to my old dad   Who just got home on work release   Keep your heads up, niggaz