Yo, what's up, man? Cooling, man. Chillin', chillin'? Yo, you know I had to call. You know why, right? Why? Because, yo, I never, ever call and ask you to play something, right? Yeah. You know what I want to hear, right? What you want to hear? I want to hear that Wu-Tang joint. Wu-Tang again? Aw, yeah, again and again! Ah, shit! Whoa! Ah, shit! Wu-Tang clan comin' at ya! Watch your step, kid! Watch your step, kid! Watch your step, kid! Watch your step, kid! Watch your step, kid! Watch your step, kid! I smoke on the mic like Smokin' Joe Frazier The Hellraiser, raisin' hell with the flavor Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan Swingin' through your town like your neighborhood Spider-Man So, uh, tick-tockin', keep tickin' While I get you flippin' off the shit I'm kickin' The Lone Ranger, cold, wet, danger Deep in the dark with the art To rip the charts apart The Vandal, too hot to handle Your battle, he's sayin' goodbye like Tevin Cable Rockneck, Inspector Dex on the set The Rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal The way I make the crowd go wild Sit back, relax, won't smile Ray got it goin' on, pal Call me the Rap Assassinator Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger And I'ma get mad deep like a threat Blow up your project Then take all your assets Cause I came to shake the frame in half With the thoughts that bomb Shit like math So if you wanna try to flip Yo, flip on the next man Cause I'll grab the clip and Pitch it with 16 shots and more I got Goin' to war with the meltin' pop-hot It's the Method Man for short, Mr. Mep Move it on your left, ah And set it off, get it off, let it off Like a Gat, I wanna break through, cop me back Small change, they puttin' shame in the game I take game and blow the nigga out the frame And like fame, my style'll live forever Niggas crossin' over like they don't know no better But I do, true, can I get a soul? Not respect due to the 1-6, ooh, I mean, oh Yo, check out the flow like the Hudson on PCP When I'm dustin' niggas off Because I'm hot like sauce The smoke from the lyrical butt make me, uh, ooh What? Grab my nut, get screwed, ow Here comes my Shaolin style Truth, B-A-B-Y-U To my crew with the SOUL Come on, baby, baby, come on Baby, come on, baby, baby, come on Yo, you best protect your neck First things first, man, you're fucked with the worst I'll be stickin' pins in your head like a fucked nurse I'll attack any nigga who's slackin' his mat Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack Shame on you when you step through To the old dirty bastard Straight from the Brooklyn Zoo And I'll be jammed if I let any man come to my center You enter the winter Straight up and down that shit At cam, you can't slam Don't let me get fool on it, man The old dirty bastard is dirty and stickin' Ace on your knee, rollin' With the night of the creeps, niggas be rollin' When the stash ain't sayin' gas Bite my style, I'll bite your mother For crying out loud, my style is wild So book me, not long It's how long that this rhyme took me Ejecting scowls from my lethal weapon My pen that rocks from here to Oregon Here's more again, catch it like a psycho flashback I love gats, rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back I'm goin' shit with all types of shapes and sounds And where I lounge is my stomping grounds I give an order to my peeps across the water To go and snatch up props all around the border And get far like a shootin' star Cause who I are is livin' the life of Pablo Escobar Point blank as I kick the square bits There it is, ya fuckin' pros, your neck broke Yo, chill with the feedback, block, we don't need that It's ten o'clock, hoe, where the fuck you see that? Feelin' mad hostile, wearin' alpasto Blowin' like Christ when I speak the gospel Stroll with the holy robe, then attack the globe With the buckets, style, the ruckus Ten times, ten men, committin' mad sin Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin' chin Slayin' boom bangs like African drums We comin' around the mountain when I come Crazy flamboyant for the rap entrainment My planet greased like black unemployment Yeah, another one dare Chook, Chooker Genius, take us the fuck outta here The woo is too slammin' for these co-killin' labels Who ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel We doin' all this sittin' like Cain did Abel Now they money's gettin' stuck to the gum under the table That's what you get when you misuse what I invent Your empire falls and you lose every cent For tryin' to blow up a scrub Now that thought is just as white as a 20-watt light bulb Shoulda popped it when I rocked it, niggas so stingy They got short arms and deep pockets Disco's on in sub-companies With majors that's scared to death to pump these First of all, who's your A&R? A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar But he don't know the meaning of dope When he's lookin' for a suit and tie rap That's cleaner than a bar of soap And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight Matter fact, bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight Ha! Ha! Ha! That's what checkin' at That's what checkin' at That's what checkin' at That's what checkin' at