4, 3, 2, 1     [Redman] Hahh [Method] hah   [Method] Yeah [Redman] yeahhh   [LL Cool J] Make it butter   [Redman] I'm gonna Bankhead bounce!   [LL Cool J] No doubt   [Redman] Aiyyo watch yo mouth!     [Redman] Aiyyo, one two three four five six seven   Blaze the hot   [LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven   Seven six five four three two one   My mon Meth-Tical come and get some     [Method Man]   Playin my position, hot Nixon   This one, for all the sick ones, confliction   Posionous darts sickening, best believe   finger itchin with two broke legs, now I'm trippin   on MC's cliche, shot that ricochets   start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways   Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me   Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw   from my punch, watch your son and you   Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?   Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through   A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu     [Redman]   Aiyyo I put it on a nigga, shit it on a nigga   Turnin Christian to a certified sinner   The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)   While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe   Shit I kept low, petro' your metro   Politic, keep the chickenheads gobblin   Shit I'm drivin in, come with funk halogen   Terrorize your city, from the spliff committee   Kick ass till both Timberlands turn shitty   Gritty, smack the driver's head in the chin see   When I approach rappers be takin notes   I drop like I shoulda invented the raincoat   Absolut, I love to burn to the roots   I keep comin til your pour sperm from your boots   Vigilante hardcore to the penis   Tell you fuck you my attitude is anemic     [Canibus]   I'm the illest nigga alive, watch me prove it   I snatch your crown witcha head still attatched to it   Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics   Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life   When you look at me long enough, I start to read your thoughts   if the signal was strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff   like, "Yo, how many rhymes you got?" I think I'll go on   for more Milleniums than Mazda's got on the car lot   And there's nowhere to run ta, when I confront ya   Nigga, I call your bluff like you had a phone number   Who wanna see Canibus get wild, who wanna act fly and   get shot down with a surface-to-air missile   I take em on in all shapes sizes and forms and spit on   anybody who ain't close enough to shit on   Zero to sixty? I'm already doin a hundred   when I'm blunted and I give it to any nigga that want it     [DMX]   Stay out the dark, cause if I catch you when the sun is down   Run it clown, come up off that, or I'm gon' gun it down   When in doubt, however skull goes, it's gon' be that   See that, that shit'll finish you dawg, believe that   Where we at, do your value your life, as much as your possesions?   Don't be a stupid nigga, learn a lesson   I'm gon' get you either way, and it's better to live   Let me get what's between your sock, cause it's, better to give   than receive, believe what I say when I tell you   Don't make me put your somewhere where nobody'll smell you   And when the lights is out, they don't come back on   This ain't a flick you ain't gon' come back on, you ain't that strong   You knew it was wrong, but you asked for it baby   You'se a pink nigga, ski mask for it baby   so I can hit you up on front teeth, you think I'm sweet?   Want heat? One deep, leave him behind, front seat     [Redman] Aiyyo, one [Meth] two [Red] three [Meth] four   [Red] five [Meth] six [Red] seven   Blaze the hot trizack   [Method] Shine like heaven   Seven [Red] six [Meth] five [Red] four   [Meth] three [Red] two [Meth] one   [Redman] Come on Mr. Smith, come get some!     [LL Cool J]   When young sons fantasize of borrowing flows   tell little shorty with the big mouth the bank is closed (yeah, word up)   The symbol on my arm is off limits to challengers   You hold the rusty swords I swing the Excalibur   How dare you step up in my dimension   Your little ass should be somewher cryin on detention   Watch your mouth better yet hold your tongue   I'ma do this shit for free this time this one's for fun   Blow you to pieces, leave you covered in feces   with one thesis ("LL Cool J is hard")   Every little boy wanna pick up the mic   and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype   But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike   Swingin at Ken Griffey or challengin Roy to a fight   Snappin, you ameteur MC's   Don't you know I'm like the Dream Team tourin overseas   For rappers in my circle I'm a deadly disease   Ringmaster, bringin a tiger cub to his knees (uhh)   In the history of rap they've never seen such prominence   Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)   Now let's get back to this mic on my arm   If it ever left my side it'd transform into a time bomb   You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize   And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize   And I'm daring every MC in the game   to play yourself out position, and mention my name   I make a rhyme for every syllable in your name   Go platinum for every time your grimy ass was on the train   Watch your mouth don't ever step out of line   LL Cool J nigga, greatest of all time