[Method Man]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yea yo
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
All them real live motherfuckin niggaz step up front right now
Its goin down
One love to Long Island Hempstead in my heart baby
Shaolin what?
Come on come on HA!
Dangerous ground
Tre pound seven spin around for my bredren the clouds come down
War and peace I take it to the street
Land sharp on my lawn chop the thumbs off a thief
And curse his first born, is this thing on?
Send em to the children of the corn we the people
See, niggaz through the eye of the demon
My lethal injection, destroyin evil
Hot Nikkel, private eye one pistol
Aimin at your brain tissue, do or die
Said the spider to the fly Could this one be tasty
Like momma apple pie goodness, Johnny Blaze me
On the job like Dick Tracy
Hit the cure for that ill shit like Ben Casey, M.D.
Symbolic thrill like god he shocked it
Like a finger in a light socket, too good to be forgotten
In the rotten apple
I kick dirt on the sand castle
Check the flavor all natural
(Beat your feet)
Hot Niks son
(E-mizer)
Before you get the main course
(Taste a appetizer)
Submerged in the word
Heavy headed verbal
Smack you, mentally disturb you attack you
Thirty-six chamb once again comin at you
Young gun got the body snatch you observe
Yo eyes work you can only see through the third
Eyeball baby Im the norm on the bird
To shine on mental nourishment, you can dine on
Track yellin at me get yo arrow god
Victory is hard
Regardless to whom or what
They all get retard its a law
Runnin through a house and your block party, we wreck-tion
And Hot rock the body body, St. Bernards
Couldnt save your ent