Cheka - Intellectual

[Intro: Redman, Lyn Collins sample]

"Let–" "Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo...

"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo...

"Let–" "Let me tell you–" (Nah, nah, still, muthafucka...)

"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo, yo, yo (Nah, nah, nah, nigga!)

"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Blast off!

"Let–" "Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo...

"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Blast off!

"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo...

"Let–" "Let me tell you–" Blast off!

[Verse 1: Redman & Method Man]

Riggidy-raow! Steppin' out the crowd throwin' bolos

Fliggidy-flame on! Twin chrome fo'-fo's

Loadin' it up, cocking it back, ready to splash for real

Spit flows out the gill, God tried to build

It's hectic, 45-6, gimme a grip!

That's more dollars than them thongs and them go-go chicks

Bitch, I'm drunk, pumpin' slugs out of cannon

Shut ya after-party down when Meth and Red in

Check it, Bricks and Shaolin – no joke!

And when I hit the pussy, call me Daddy Long Stroke

Oh, Anna, I'm hittin' pigeons out in Atlanta

Banana split, hachoo, spit! (Oh shit!)

Sticking ya, ripping ya for all ya funds

I wet ya like a 141 water guns (Come on!)

Cock D' like Rocky, Got you scared to death

So hold all y'all bitches, 'cause here come Red! Meth!

[Hook: Redman & Method Man]

Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!

Fuck with me and Meth and we're break ya fuckin neck-a

(Remember this?!)

Microphone check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?!)

Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!

[Verse 2: Method Man, (Redman)]

Okay to "hey hey, baby," me and Doc about to blow

My Saturday Nights are Special and they're pointed at your nose

Aye–yo! Save the speculations and the rumors

Comin' sooner than you think, I knock a fat bitch out her bloomers

Givin' tumors, hardcore, givin' it to 'em raw

Landshark, Southpaw, so kids say I Jabb-er-jaw

One, two, no ending or beginning to my cypher

I'm winning, tell the news like Peter Jennings

Depending, on any given day I'm representing

The struggle, my great grand' who lived through the lynching

Oh yes, y'all! if you got the weed, who got the blunts?

Take a guess, y'all!

"Kool-Aid!" Bustin' through the wall

Mr. Mef, y'all (Ahh-chuu!)

Comment allez-vous?

I used to hawk chickens, now I'm maxin' with Perdue

I represent Wu, my uzi weighs a ton

I'm swingin' the track from Staten

'Cause Staten's where I'm from

[Hook: Redman & Method Man]

Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!

Fuck with me and Meth and we're break ya fuckin neck-a

(Remember this?!)

Microphone- heck, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?!)

Microphone check, micro-microphone checka! (Remember this?!)

Microphone check, micro-microphone checka!

[Outro: Method Man, with Redman repeating hook in background]

Aye... yo...

That's my thug right there – Redman, Mr. Mef, all in ya' mouth

One love to them kids "Straight From The Sewer"

Remember this?!