[Intro: Raekwon]

Let's get it on, Kokomo

John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird, yeah

Another Persian legacy

(The Iron Lung)

Yo, yeah, yeah, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Dart throwing, yo, aimin' at your nostril, Aéropostale

Sword rockin' halibut steak we choppin' (Uh)

Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time

Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line

Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley

Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's

Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater

My nigga Drop lost his stripe like Adidas

Shit is deep, the bridge still burnin'

The long time earnin', just got snatched by more Germans

Europeans are seein' me bleedin', jet off in the Lex skiin'

Goggles, Louis Rich Sweden

[Verse 2: Method Man]

I dig my life experiences, wrap it up

In twelve inches

Keepin' my defenses

Put it up in raw trenches, holdin' court on the park benches

In the ghetto servin' life sentence

Mass confusion in New York

On these city sidewalks, busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin'

Stop actin' like it's me losin'

Peep my modern day Pompei on city streets

The Sun pack heat in Hell's Kitchen

Time to get money finger itchin'

Once again plot thicken, and you succumb

To the will of the slum bite your tongue

Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one

Guilty by association, stank bitch wanna give me some

Nappy nasty -- I pass

Let them players flash, and trick on they cash

On your funky ass I only buy shit that last

A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin' through the pipeline then it's flight time

That's when I'm jetty

In a '57 Chevy, gassed on my own Getty

Head heavy with deadly medleys

[Verse 3: Cappadonna]

I opened up my rap bible, then the light came over the children

As it began to rain I started buildin' (Don-Don)

Spoke many times before but didn't score, my reading was poor

Injected with the Devil's English, I extinguish and approach all homonyms

Shit in your brain, wipe my ass with the phenomenons

Be holy or get shot down with the Moet-o

Kid encyclopedia left y'all petrol

My dancehall standoff, rap like Peter Metro

Echo echo, what? Beware my psycho

Lime piece tec-o leggo

Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real, peace out, bro

[Outro: Method Man]

Tical

Eyes as diamonds, time again

Motherfuckers wanna battle with the pad and pen

Give it to em raw, give it to em raw

Down to the fuckin' floor, up to the roof with the proof

Meth-Tical mad, goddamn!

Hahahaha, right

Motherfuckers