[Intro: Method Man, Vinnie Paz]

Vinnie Paz

Mr. Mef

Shoutout to Hayman and the OG Mr. Wall

Ticalian Stallion, Staten Island

Wu-Tang Forever

Philly in here

And a day, you heard?

Wu-Tang Forever

This what I do in my sleep man

Official Pistol and all that

Go, go, go

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Method Man]

I say, "Lights, camera, action" and back to clean up their act again

Cashin' in, kinda like Apple Pay, they tappin' in

It take two, you not Rob Base, clown, you cappin' it

Roger that, I'm in Rob's place now, what's happenin'?

Staten in the buildin', ain't no accident

We might take a knee, amen, Kaepernick, I'm dope but I ain't traffickin'

Nah, ain't no comparison, babblin' rappers imaginin'

They battlin' Eminem usin' them bars, embarassin'

Everytime I ate I turn my passion into passionatе

You hazardous and half of my Mobb Deep ain't having it

Master this music, I ain't Harriet

But still I took the undеrground road with no Swing Low, Sweet Chariots

I'm so amazing, I've graced many occasions

Got these carats like "Holy Potato Salad and raisins"

A foul taste in your mouth, my foul's flagrant

I blow a smoke cloud in your face, a foul fragrance

[Chorus: Scratches]

When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage

When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage

Speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex

And all my weapons, packin' Glocks and packin' TECs

When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage

When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage

Speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex

And all my weapons, I’m packin' Glocks and packin' TECs

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

Yeah, I will torture like Rebenga

The .45 with me like we Cory and Topanga

Side pop a robber and the shorty speakin' Bangla (What she sayin'?)

Muhfucka goofy and I thought he was a mangler (Fuckin' goofball!)

Magazines that contain .80s (Brr!)

Muhfuckas really is goofy but play crazy (Fuckin' dickhead!)

I kill at will, you can't fade me

Shots fire at you, I slap you like Wayne Brady

That's a shotty and it's many more (It's more)

A golden key can open any door (Yeah)

Broken-ass woofer and a speaker (Crackhead)

Tambourine Man, and he cookin' in the beaker (Cookin')

The temperature high and it's too humid (It's too hot out here)

I don't like the way that you talkin', you move stupid (Stupid!)

The .38 holdin' five in it (Five in it!)

You made your bed, you gotta lie in it

[Chorus: Scratches]

When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage

When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage

Speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex

And all my weapons, packin' Glocks and packin' TECs

When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage

When I start to flow, your man'll flowin' into rage

Speakin' on drinkin' beer, smokin' blunts and sex

And all my weapons, I’m packin' Glocks and packin' TECs

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]

Chinaski Black

Stallone, salute 'em

Wu-Tang Forever

Mr. Mef

Ticalian Stallion and all that

Staten Island

Pistolvania

You fuckin' goofballs

Fuck outta here