St Ides Rap

[Verse 1: Method Man]

Oh, yeah, comin' through with my Shaolin crew

2 Cent for a Kase, gimme St. Ides brew

In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans

Meth Tical's in the jam, oh, how dry I am!

[Verse  2: Raekwon]

With St. Ides in my system

Crack another, I'm blessed, let's go get the next one

And get over, the object is to stay sober

Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]

Call me the Wallabee Champ

Stressed out — could never be, son

Ricochet daily, hit the deli for a cold one

Naturally blessed, yes! My rap is like a laser beam

That blows in the bushes, St. Ides fill the canteen

[Verse 4: U-God]

Crack the bottle of the St. Ides

Sippin' to those who don't realize

That drinkin' ain't only to be drunk

You can't drive, keep my peoples alive

And if the Saint don't know you from a can of paint

[Verse 5: RZA]

It was hot on the spot, so I jetted up the block

I saw Akh with St. Ides, I could tell by the dot

On the back he be buildin', not that charcoal filtered

Ice cold bottle tilted, to my cup he spilled it

Ahh! St. Ides.. St. Ides...