Yo what I'm sayin', come on man?   Yo Meth, hold up, hold up   Yo Meth, where my Killer tape at ya?   First of all, where my, where the fuck is my tape at?      Yo son I ain't got that peace son   How you ain't go my shit, when I let you hold it man   Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid   The shit just came up missin' man      Come on man   That don't got nothin' to do with my shit man   Come on, go head with that shit   Come on man, I'll buy you for more fuckin' Killah tapes man      Open the door man, what the fuck, man, yo what   What's up   Yo yo, God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just got bust in his head   Two times God, word to mother      Real life God, you know Shymeek from fuckin' 212, yeah yeah yea   The nigga just got bust, niggas in the Black Land, god   Word is bond, came thru god from out of nowhere, god   Word is bond, I'm comin' to get my Culture Cypher, god      And it just, word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off god   The nigga layin' there like a fuckin' new born fuckin' baby god   Is he dead? Word up   Is he fuckin' dead, what the fuck you mean is he fuckin' dead god      What kind of question is that B, what the fuck you think?   The nigga layin' there with this fuckin' all types of fuckin' blood   Comin' out of his   Easy, easy, easy, easy, kid      Yo God, whats up God, it's the God, God, word is bond   I'm waitin' to fuckin' late, I'm ready to get busy   Let's go do, let's go do what we gotta do right fuck it   What's up yo, yo we out or what?      It's the god ya, fuck that   We out, got a problem man   What the fuck   Nigga still sweatin'   What the fuck is you talkin' about man, get the fuck outta here   Corn      Good morning Vietnam   Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin' notty-headed niggaz   Word to the Camouflage Large niggaz   Niggaz fuckin' my body      Bring that fuckin' Meth in here   Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain   And yo, set it off      Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked   Then attack you like a pit that lock shit down   As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore   But giving you more and more, like ding      Nah shorty, get you open like six packs   Killer Bees attack, flippin' what, murder one, phat tracks   Aight? I kick it like a Night Flight   Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite      Check the method from Bedrock, 'cause I rock ya head to bed   Just like rockin' what? Twin glocks   Shake the ground while my beats just break you down   Raw sound, we going to war right now      So, yo, bombin'   We usually take all niggaz garments   Save ya breath before I bomb it      I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward   I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword   So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?   Hey, yo, RZA, hit me with that shit one time      And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow   I'm milkin' this ho, this is my show, Tical   The fuck you wanna do? For this micpiece du'   I'm like a sniper, hyper off the Ginseng root      PLO style, Buddha monks with the owls   So who's the fuckin man? Meth-Tical   On the chess box      Yo, yeah, yo, I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has   The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz   Murderous material, made by a madman   It's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man      From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic   Representing with the skill that's iller   Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear   The Scooby Doo, I pop strictly hardware      Armed and geared 'cause I just broke out the prison   Charged by the system for murderin' the rhythm   Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode   Bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode      Slammin' a hype-ass verse 'til ya head burst   I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that   Rap assassin', fastin', quick to blast and hard rock   I ran up in spots like Fort Knox      I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic   Flashback's how I attacked your whole project   I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw, I repeat, if I die   My seed'll be ill like me      Approachin' me, you out of respect, chops ya neck   I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'   So clear the way, make way, yo, open the cage   Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave      Yo, ya gettin' stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels   While the Meth got me open like fallopian tubes   I bring death to a snake when he least expect   Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, protect ya neck      Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, jam is fatal   Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel   Suspenseful, plus bein' bought through my utensil   The pencil, I break strong winds up against your   Abbott, that run up through your county like the Maverick   Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics      Are you, are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin' shit like a samurai   The Ol' Dirty Bastard Vundabah   Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists   Comin' atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss      Niggaz be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves   Rhymes they be kickin' make me wanna kick   They fuckin' ass to the curb   I   got funky fresh, like the old specialist   A carrier, messenger, bury ya   This experience is for the whole experience   Let it be applied, and then drop that science      My my my, my Clan is thick like plaster bust ya, slash ya   Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Masta Killa   Style jumped off and Killa, Hiller   I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila      I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock   Like getting smashed by a cinder block   Blaow, now it's all over   Niggaz seein' pink hearts, yellow moons orange stars and green clovers