[Intro]
Your skill's worthy of a general
If you want to fight, fight with me!
One to one! Man to man!
[Interlude: Lounge Lo & (Raekwon)]
Let's 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!)
[Verse 1: Method Man]
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, kid you ain't equipped with the sickenin'
Style, blowin' up the spot like ballistic
Missiles, I be comin' through
Like the four-nine-three-eleven tearin' up the Power-U, Meth-Tical!
A bad motherfuckin' buddha monk, what the fuck?!
Hit your chest like cardiac arrest, blow the front
Out the frame, let the pussycat feel 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
Snifflin', sneezin', coughin', achin', stuffy head fever
Fucker! I think it's 'bout time that you suffer
Bobbin' on my knob like an all-day sucker
Bitch!
[Chorus: Method Man & (Raekwon the Chef)]
Meth Vs. Chef! (It's my turn!)
Meth Vs. Chef! (Yeah, let's bring this shit, baby!)
Meth Vs. Chef! (Yeah! One more time, nigga!)
Meth Vs. Chef! (You callin' me out?)
I'll blow your fuckin' ass to death!
[Verse 2: Raekwon the Chef]
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, makin' bundles
Niggas act funny and fumble
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads got to fly
Niggas stay strapped, armed to die
Time for jet-black Timb boot
Flowing where Su God get him, hit 'em with the 9, troop
No question! *Cha-cha-blaow!!* in the session
Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
Attack you like chess moves, best moves
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 lab
Airwaves, yo, behave
Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way!
[Outro: Raekwon]
Aw shit!
Chef Vs. Meth, Vs. Meth, Vs. Meth
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