[Verse 1: Method Man]

My repertoire is militant

The last days, what the blood is we dealing with?

The Johnny Blaze, grab yo' pistol

Teflon, mega-bombs, and heat-seeking missiles

Time to go to war, shit's official

The mic stalker, only few can understand it

The sky walker, that be leaping over planets

Pain! Got that ghetto blood in my vein

Spread it through my kin, confess my sins, and blame

Society for unawareness, fuck the president

He don’t represent the ghetto resident

Recognize, fool, within the black coal there’s a jewel

The revolution been in effect, pull up your shoe

Utilize your third eye, it be in my eye

Now I choose who gotta die - him, every time

Ticallion stallion now hold on

Like diamonds, stud medallions, and so on