"Let's see you try the water technique! Hai! Ha  ha!
 (sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch)
 The sky is high  the cloud is low
 But my water technique is hard to think
 that the earth  can absorb water  hai! Hai!"

 Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat
 Yeah...

 "The sky is high  the cloud is low" (fuck him)
 "But my water technique is hard to think" (yeah, check the live shit)
 "that the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" (uhh)

 Verse One: Ghostface

 What the fuck I got the moonshine, word to God let's get it on
 Clap your heels two times, grab the magic wand
 Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless
 Showin out of this world, stranded on Uranus
 With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules
 Take a blast fool but we trap up crews it's natural
 like soybean, burn like a laser beam
 My vaccine I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns
 The segment, rare fragment comes together
 like magnets, attract heads capture like Dragnet
 Goin through mad phases, of all ages
 Killa beez locked the fuck up behind cages
 The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze
 Press call ID for me to quote more degrees
 The fortune teller Tucker sleepin gas umbrella
 A war where they're gunnin in the back of Armanbella
 Now who, don't believe that cash must rule
 I don't eat beef, I slap blood out of Purdue
 Keep a Wallace mic, mics on strike the session
 It's over, I file this and glow like flourescent

 *Raekwon sings some shit over Water Technique samples*

 Verse Two: Ghostface

 Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cashflow
 Rockin a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow
 with hoes, mega powder drippin from they nose
 Fuckin Jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose
 Send em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites
 Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice
 Holdin money that's convertable, beds with feathered bags
 With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Bagdad
 You onionhead niggaz spread out and parlay
 Yo Rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays
 I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain
 I'm so hyped Jakes label God "crack cocaine"
 Why Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kid
 Ricki fucked up, and G-Pac, blow his wig
 he's rockin Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform
 He's a newborn, look at money swearin like he's on
 But anyway back to furry kangols Jamaican wallabees
 My back is on the wall, bombin devils with trick-knowledgy
 My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards
 Next year two hundred niggaz comin with swords