[Intro: Method Man]
16th Chamber, temple number five
[Method Man]
Somebody said it`s on, if it is then I`ll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you can`t cope
For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit`s gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
It`s about to hit the fan, hit the floThat`s all I can stands, and I can`t stands no moWhat is it? Niggaz think they bigga
Because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit
They don`t know I`m wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don`t want the hassle
Thought they trying to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple, I`m comin to your town
Black down, the rental, car, the pistol
YAH! If you don`t want a burn from glock
Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it`s being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh
[Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)]
Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four
Temple number nine, temple number nine
[Ol` Dirty Bastard]
I`m the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream is my specialty
when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol` mad rugged flow
Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco
Or a disco duck, I`m strictly hip hop
Yo, Ason, what`s up? I can`t stop...
Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and
You could test my skills, but niggaz must be trippin
Coked up from sniffin, you`re the one who`s riffin
I`m not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you`re slippin
While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show
Strip or rip a hoe, ready like Bo
Jackson while I`m still taxin, I`m maxin
Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and
Again and again when I rock this jam
I wanna see `em up in the air, throw up your hand
Introducin, the one-man band
A child that`s wild, now with the style, couldn`t stand
Niggaz wanna jump, then stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor
You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map
I laugh at ya ass, on a horse shack
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey
The Ol` Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
That I lay down like tile
Gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you better come down...
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