[Raekwon the Chef]
Let's get it on Kokomo
John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird

Yeah
Another Persian legacy


[Method] The Iron Lung

[Raekwon the Chef]

Yo yeah
Yeah, yo, yo
Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aeropostle

sword rockin halibut steak we choppin
Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time
Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line

Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater

My ^!$$% drop losses, strike like Adidas
%#@! is deep, the Grant's still burnin
The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans

Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden


[Method Man]
I dig my life experiences, wrap it up
in twelve inches, keepin my defenses

Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches
In the ghetto servin life sentence
Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks

Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin
Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day
Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat

in Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin
Once again plot thicken, and you succumb
to the will of the slum bite your tongue

Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
Guilty by $$#ociation, stank (*##$
wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass

Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
on your funky $$# I only buy %#@! that last
A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through

the pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty
in a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti
Head heavy, with deadly medleys


[Cappadonna]
I opened up my rap bible, then the light came

over the children, as it began to rain
I started buildin, spoke many times before
but didn't score, my reading was poor

Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish
and approach all hominyms, %#@! in your brain
Wipe my $$# with the phenonmenyms, be holy

or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia
Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff
rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?

Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo
Uniform flow, stay strong black my %#@! is real
Peace out bro

...

[Method Man]

Tical
Eyes as diamonds, time again
Mother$#&@ers wanna battle with the bat or pen

Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
down to the $#&@in floor, up to the roof with the proof
Meth-Tical mad, god damn!

Hahahaha, right
Mother$#&@ers