[Intro:]. *sounds of fighting*. [M]- Method Man. [R]- Raekwon. [G]- Ghostface Killah. [U]- U-God. [M] Yo what I'm sayin come on man?. [R] Yo Meth hold up hold up. Yo Meth where my Killah tape at ya?. First of all where my--. Where the fuck is my tape at?. [M] Yo son I ain't got that peace son. [R] How you ain't go my shit. When I let you hold it man. [M] Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid. The shit just came on motion man. [R] Come on man that don't got nothin to do with my shit man. Come on go head with that shit. [M] Come on man I'll buy you 4 more fuckin Killah tapes man. *knock knock*. [R] Open the door man what the fuck man yo what. What's up. [G] Yo yo God word is bond yo Shymeek just go bust in his head. Two times God [word to mother]. Real life God you know Shymeek from fuckin 212 [yeah yeah yea]. The nigga just got bust niggas in the Black Land god. Word is bond came thru God from out of nowhere God. Word is bond I'm comin to get my coat to Cypher god. And it just-- word is bond crazy shots just went the fuck off. The nigga layin there like a fuckin new born fuckin baby God. [M] Is he dead? [word up]. [G] Is he fuckin dead what the fuck you mean is he fuckin dead god. What kind of question is that B what the fuck you think?. The nigga layin there with this fuckin all types of fuckin blood. Comin out of his--. [U] Easy easy easy easy kid. [G] Yo God whats up God it's the God god word is bond. I'm waitin to fuckin late i'm ready to get busy. [R] Let's go do- let's go do what we gotta do right fuck it. [U] What's up yo yo we out or what?. [G] It's the god ya fuck that. We out got a problem man. What the fuck. [U] Nigga still sweatin. [G] What the fuck is you talkin about man get the fuck outta here. [R] Corn. [Intro: Raekwon (Method Man)]. (Take that motherfucker). {WHAT? WHAT?. GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!}. {Yeah good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz}. Word to the Camouflauge Large niggaz. (Niggaz fuckin my body). Bring that fuckin meth in here. (Yo yo yo yo. Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain. and yo set it off). [Raekwon]. Champion gear that I rock you get your boots knocked. Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN (down). As I come and freaks the sound hardcore. but giving you more and more like ding!. Nah shorty get you open like six packs. Killer Bees attack flippin what murder one phat tracks. Aight? I kick it like a Night Flight!. Word life I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!. Check the method from Bedrock cause I rock ya head to bed. Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!. Shake the ground while my beats just break you down. Raw sound we going to war right now. So yo bombin. We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments. Save ya breath before I bomb it. [Method Man]. I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward. I'm on the trigger plus I got the Wu-Tang sword. So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?. Hey yo RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!. And pull a foul niggaz save the beef on the cow. I'm milkin this ho this is MY show Tical. The FUCK you wanna do? For this micpiece du'. I'm like a sniper hyper off the Ginseng root. PLO style buddha monks with the owls. So who's the fuckin man? Meth-Tical. On the chessbox. [Kung Fu sample]. *sounds of fighting*. "Wu-Tang style". [Inspectah Deck]. Yo yeah yo. I leave the mic in body bags my rap style has. The force to leave you lost like the tribe of Shabazz. Murderous material made by a madman. It's the mic wrecker Inspectah bad man. From the bad lands of the killer rap fanatic. Representing with the skill that's iller. Dare to compare get pierced just like an ear. The Scooby Doo I pop strictly hardware. Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison. Charged by the system - for murderin the rhythm!. Now lo and behold another deadly episode. Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode. [Ghostface Killah]. Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst. I ramshack dead in the track and that's that. Rap assassin fastin quick to blast and hardrock. I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!. I'm hot top notch Ghost thinks with logic. Flashback's how I attacked your whole project. I'm raw I'm rugged and raw! I repeat if I die. My seed'll be ill like me. Approachin me you out of respect chops ya neck. I get vexed like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'. So clear the way make way yo! Open the cage. Peace I'm out jettin like a runaway slave. [RZA]. Yo. Ya gettin stripped from ya garments boy run ya jewels. While the meth got me open like falopian tubes. I bring death to a snake when he least expect. Ain't a damn thing changed boy Protect Ya Neck. Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah jam is fatal. Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel. Suspenseful plus bein bought through my utensil. The pencil I break strong winds up against your. Abbott that run up through your county like the Maverick. Caps through the tablets I gots to make the fabrics. [Kung Fu sample]. *sounds of fighting*. "Wu-Tang style". [Ol' Dirty Bastard]. Are you uh ah uh. Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah. The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH. Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists. Comin atcha ass like a sorceress shootin' that PISS!. Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves. Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb. I got funky fresh like the old specialist. A carrier messenger bury ya. This experience is for the whole experience. Let it be applied and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE. [Kung Fu sample]. *sounds of fighting*. "Wu-Tang style". [GZA]. My my my. My Clan is thick like plaster. Bust ya slash ya. Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Masta Killa. Style jumped off and Killa Hill-er. I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla. I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock. Like getting smashed by a cinder block. Blaow! Now it's all over. Niggaz seein pink hearts yellow moons. Orange stars and green clovers.