(repeating in background: "rock, the body body -- rock the body body")

[Intro: U-God]

Dino the dart specialist

Knahmean?

Golden Arms, yo

Meth-Tical, John John do your thing thing

What? Check it

[Verse 1: U-God]

The all eye seein, heavenly divine

The truth brings out, the temper in my spine

A Hill sound again, feeling symptoms that bit me

I feel for you victims, with everything up in me (uh-huh)

A head ringer, stuffed in sidewalls of frenzy

Back the fuck up 'cause I'm stimmi off the Remi

A semi bloodshot eye, donkey dick, I'm nuts

Every cut, I'm spilling Triumph out their guts (what?)

Nigga what, earthquaking speech, woofer hissin'

The razor faced victims, WHEW, that's what kissed 'em

Appropriate precaution, surrounding, certain it curtains

I'm dumbfounded, I'm pounding, the pavement

For mental enslavement, I'm craving, a misbehaving savior

America the grave for gun wavers (what?)

The wave runners, what the blood seed again

Make you wonder, about the thunder underneath the skin (hmm)

The sapphire rhymes slap fire out your minds

With right timing, bite with vampire rhymes

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Hmm, I spy, with my crooked eye

Full metal street soldiers, born to die

Put 'em up yeah fuck yeah

When it's Hammertime, niggas can't be touched here, the true and livin

Night vision unseen, like Gene

When I "Hackmen", The Unforgiven, left in prison

In the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon

Now you succumbing to my twelve part dirty dozens

Flabbergasted by tracks that be True Mastered

Opposites attract beef plus their ass backwards, stick yourself

'Til I'm felt, this ass whoopin, is bein dealt

Like hot beans-and-butter nigga, I got the belt

What the deal huh? Swing Low, Sweet Chariot

I walk the Underground Railroad with Harriett

Just a slave to the rhythm - victims I'm like Alien

About to put that shit up in 'em

I Can't Live Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin'

T2 Judgment day coming, nobody's safe

When I reminisce about Case, still hit the staircase

When the coppers give chase, I give 'em finger

The only hip-hop singer

To tell America to kiss his Killa Bee stinger

Nothing can save ya from this major misbehavior

Heavy hands laying corners in the elevator, guard your grill

[Verse 3: Cappadonna]

I speculate, get my darts straight, don't exaggerate

Dictate, do it with the Papermate, set the plate

Set the bait, checkmate, fuckin with cha mental state

Double take, meditate, earthquake, VGL contemplate

Big boys integrate; catch you at the sess skate

Army tank, high rank, got the bank

Got the shank talk the talk walk the walk from New York

To Up North to downstate to L.A., to all day

To cliches to instant replays, to all the DJs

To BJs in the PJs, equality days

With money like legs I plant eggs, Pele roundhead

The dog bred, snakes running from red, catch dead

Raekwon is on, take your uniform, we perform

Shit like gangs in Now Born, check for new Don

Fuck a Yukon, you been warned, we the realest

We never were conned, duffed out on Knowledge Born

("Rock, the body body - rock the body body") - repeat til fade