Meth Vs. Chef - Method Man, Raekwon

Your skill’s worthy of a general

If you want to fight, fight with me!

One to one!

Man to man!

Get ready to gel team!

Live and direct from the one-six-ooh

We got Tical, pow!

Raekwon the Chef, Tical!

It’s about to go on, Tical

You make the call, I make the call

It’s all for all

Method Man, Raekwon the Chef

(count my shells)

And there’s about to be one left

(count my shells, nigga)

I know you know it’s on kid

(Bring that shit I don’t give a fuck!)

Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye

Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle

Niggas thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught

A bad situation, cause I’m a sandwich short

Of a picnic, cause you ain’t equipped with the sickening

Style, blowing up the spot like ballistic

Missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven

Tearing up the power-u, Meth-Tical

A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck

Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front

Out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain

Of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments

A rugged vet, durable like a Champion sweat

Wrap a power in a tec, to wet

A nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases

Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head fever

Fucker, I think it’s bout time that you suffer

Bobbing on my knob like an all day sucker

Bitch!

Meth Vs.

Chef

Meth Vs.

Chef (Let's bring this shit)

Meth Vs.

Chef (Yeah, one more time!)

Meth Vs.

Chef

I blow your fuckin ass to death

I’m goin all out kid no turnbacks

You could try to front, get smoked and that’s that

Lyric assassin, dressed in black rugged

Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then

I go to war in a concrete jungle, making bundles

Niggas act funny, and fumble

But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly

Niggas stay strapped, armed to die

Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin

Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop

No question, cha-cha-BOW in the session

Bloodshot in that direction, cypher

Attack you like chess moves best move

Yo, yeah, yo

The boards, your ass

'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uh!

Attack the boards like chess moves, best move

At Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew

Live direct, yeah you better step

Gunshots ring on the set

Let’s jet — motivate, to the gate

With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle

Airwaves, yo behave

Now you’re a slave with the boots that paved the way