[Verse One: Daz]      You find an MC like me who's strong   Leavin motherfucker's aborted, with no verbal support   And when I command the microphone I gets deadly as Kahn though   With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm on those    Who can withstand, the mo' power I gain   and make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck ya brain   Imagine and keep on wishin upon a star   Finally realizing who the fuck we are   When I penetrate, it's been withstandin, faded   would it be the greatest MC of all time   When I created rhyme for the simple fact   When I attack I crush your pride   My intention to ride, every time all night   I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar   for me to put down my guard, I'm faced with it, I'm a ride   breakin in gas with the six-eight all day   In and out with my pay   I'm soon to count the bodies...      [Verse Two: Tupac]      So mandatory my elevation my lyrics like orientation   So you can be more familiar with tha nigga you facin   We must be based on nothin better than communication   Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations   Sorry I left that ass waitin   No more procrastination give up to fate, and get that asss shakin   I'm bustin and makin motherfuckers panic   Don't take ya life for granted put that ass in the dirt   You swear the bitch was planted   My lyrics motivate the planet   It's similar to Rhythm Nation   but thugged out, forgive me Janet   Who's in control I'm acvtivatin yo souls   You know, the way the games get controlled   Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine   Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind   Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote   Takin off my coat, clearing my throat      [Chorus: Method Man]      I got my mind made up, come on... (come on)   get in get in too [get on it]   let it ride (get wit it) tonight's tha night   I got my mind made up, come on...   get in get in too   let it ride... tonight's tha night      [Verse Three: Kurupt]      Well I comes through with two packs   of the bomb prophalaks for protection   So my fuckin sac won't collapse   Cause nowaday's, shit's evading the x-rays   Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave   I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's   shows my heart's as cold as the tundra   Electryfing like thunder, I'm just too much   Rough and raw with that motherfuckin poisonous touch   I'm an MC with lyrics that's tha fuckin bom-bay   Ya got dissed, that's before it's ingest like balmay   My rhymes, I leave a mark on ya mind   As the deadly vibes spread through ya head like sand pine   There's no escape, nah I ain't blastin   I use my mental to assassinate assassin's for those askin   Opposed to laughin, raw maniacal villian   Laughter enhances the chances of tha killin   Why is that? Cuz smilin faces decieve   You best believe, to MC's I'm the deadliest disease   My thoughts rip ya throat and make it hard to breathe   Ya whole camp's under seige, and I'm Jason Vorhees   In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mikes   My verbal snipe, your vocab on site   I'm out tha cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all   So all my rhymes hit and split tha bricks on the wall   Ya already have an idea about tha superior sphere   The greater rhyme creator on both sides of tha equator   I rock from here to there, to Philly and back   To LA on the spot where I rock and bust like straps   As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact   Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat      [Verse Four: Method Man]      Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers   like Hitler, stickin up [jews] wit german [lugers]   The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle   Will be back after this mess-age don't touch tha dial   Rarely do you see an MC out for justice   Got my gun powder and my musket -- blaooow!!   Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen   Half of my Clan's three deep felons   Niggaz best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel   Man I stay on point like icicles   Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical   All up in your motherfuckin mouth   Head banger boogie   Catch me on tour with Al Doogie   Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me   Better take one and pass or that's that ass   Your vital statistics are low and fallin fast   Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash   Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast      [Verse Five: Redman]      Aiyyo, lyrical gas spittin tha criminal tactics   Non-believers get my dick and genitals backwards   Let's face it, there's no replacement   Taste this, mad underground basement, shit I'm laced with   Avalanche on ya whole camp when I'm splifted   Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted   I got connects like Federal Express   to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch   Got the clear spot from tha rear block   to bust til every nigga here drop, men I fear not   Hold ya nose and blow out til ya ears pop   Since ya crew suit you to shift now you claim that you get's lot   With, this underground cannabis   I'm dangerous like John the bomb analyst   Then proceeds like keys   My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's   Lick off a shot and hit ya fam by mistake   So I erase the whole front row at the wake   I planned my escape in case jake or a snake bust it   I'm the one pushin the hearse in the first place   Confidence for you shaky ass folks   Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoked   choke, off this anecdote got you ope   Get roast, by my lyrics Billy Dee .45 Colt   And I'm out for nine nickel (INS tha rebels)   West, list this, this, this...