[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & (Method Man)]

Lay your hammer! (Lay your hammer!)

Lay your hammer, kid! (Lay your hammer, kid!)

(They want the drama? Bring it to 'em, fuck it!)

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]

All rise, meet the preacher, this pro dueler been diagnosed

Diabetic cleptic, I'm your host

Lock the vanilla suede British, Staten Island mall menace

Otherwise, posin' as a dentist in my lenses

Pinball machine gun rap, spoke to Arafat

Laundromat lady can't blow in this hat

What?!

[Verse 2: Method Man]

Is it raw now? Change it around

It's war now, the final countdown commences

The battleground is twelve inches of wax paper

Breakin' down your defenseless senseless nature

Pain stings with 'Ma Baker

Twin towerin', I skyscrape ya

Kingdom come, meet your maker

[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]

Yo! Another sound boy's dyin', crowd noise multiplyin'

Don't let the fuzz slide in, bust out the sirens

Sure win, lure 'em in like exotic women

I smile with the sinister grin and finish 'em

You're fuckin' with hoods, get your goods pushed back

Ya fraud! Pull the wool off your Hollywood act

[Verse 4: U-God]

Yo, the track melts in half, [?] have this brave meanin'

Supreme bein', bein' all that I can be and

Picture wavy beavers meat-cleavin' your receiver

Fly Sonny Cheeba, leather buckets, dirty reefer

Fast floatin' grill, residential honey hill

Stainless steel rashes, sheisty catch a money bill

[Verse 5: Raekwon]

It's all gravy, we floatin' through like the British navy

Fresh design, lady love the fade, keep it wavy

The mix drink, throw the dick in the drink

Play it, baby girl, caught ya! Exotic album Cuban Link

Custom AV's, beige panties, who could front on these?

Please, y'all niggas broke so much, your uncle sells trees

[Verse 6: GZA]

Yo, high-ranked officials in armed tanks and missiles, blood drizzle

Simple fact — you slept on the issue

That before he started jerkin' off joysticks and Sega

I make tapes, a hundred watt amps that's Cerwin-Vega's

RZA — fine-tune it, shipped a mill units

MCs ask who be those rhyme killers in masks?

No doubt, difficult task to last in the square

Beware — infinite amount of darts is in the air

I'm victorious, no opponents and blast through components

And microphones, watch the whole world live the moment

Anythin' anti that came approachin' this

Incapable lust, speech remains motionless

[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & (Method Man)]

Lay your hammer! (Lay ya hammer!)

Lay your hammer, kid! (Lay your hammer, kid!)

Lay your hammer! (Lay your hammer!)