[Intro]
You is worthy of a general
If you want to fight, fight with me!
One to one! Man to man!
[Interlude: Lounge Lo (Raekwon)]
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, n***a)
I know you know it's on kid
(Bring that sh** I don't give a f**!)
[Verse 1: Method Man]
Who lit that sh** it was I the chinky-eye
Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
n***as 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 motherf**ing buddah monk, what the f**
Hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
Out the frame, hit the p**ycat for the pain
Of the dog sh**, nobody move run your garments
A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat
Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
A n***a up, with all the dangerous diseases
Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head fever
f**er, I think it's bout time that you suffer
Bobbing on my knob like an all day s**er
b**h!
[Hook]
Meth Vs. Chef
Meth Vs. Chef (Let's bring this sh**)
Meth Vs. Chef (Yeah, one more time!)
Meth Vs. Chef
I blow your f**in a** to d**h
[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 a**a**in, dressed in black rugged
Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
I go to war in a concrete jungle, making bundles
n***as act funny, and fumble
But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
n***as 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 a**
'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uh!
Attack the boards like chess moves, best move
At Rae through, comin at your motherf**in 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