[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 flo'. That's all I can stands and I can't stands no mo'. What 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...