[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 nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas
 Shit 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 association, stank bitch
 wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass
 Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
 on your funky ass I only buy shit 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, shit in your brain
 Wipe my ass 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 shit is real
 Peace out bro
 ...
 [Method Man]
 Tical
 Eyes as diamonds, time again
 Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
 Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
 down to the fuckin floor, up to the roof with the proof
 Meth-Tical mad, god damn!
 Hahahaha, right
 Motherfuckers