Peter Rosenberg - Next Chamber lyrics

[Scratch Intro: Peter Rosenberg, Raekwon & Method Man] But listen to the Wu, son Bu-bu-bu-but listen to the Wu, son But listen to the Wu, son Pass the weed ni**a, who got a lighter? M-E-T-H-O-D Man [Verse 1: Method Man] Look, thinking faster than a blink After I smoke a rapper, pluck the ashes in his drink, don't really care what rappers think I bring it back to Cuban Linx, the flow don't go extinct As far as quotas, I'm straight like ain't no soda in my drink Drunk off power, I swear I'm finna throw up in the sink Cop some sour, these coppers finna throw me in the clink Like a mobster, Sinatra finna show up with the mink Flow is bonkers, you rappers finna show up to a shrink Therapeutic, assume them Jesus Ain't near Judas, just shooters Kindly step to thе rear, Grand Pubas For the coolest old-schoolеrs since the suede Puma And all my karats begin with K, not Kay Jewelers I made maneuvers, and for my family I make futures Pipe full of smoke, now who want smoke? I make hookahs Uh, the same reason I don't take Ubers New York state, I don't do statements for state troopers [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ayo, the face mask is Louis (Nah) Uzi taped under the chair like the apocalypse, come rock me if you dare Capturin' enemies, we sneaky Camo suit, call it the glamor suit Moviemakers, Rosie on the news The cold name is turkey wings Holdin' them "Hurt me" things Personally, I change kings, it's more dangerous Rap game, we mastered Stealth blaster, pens got hydrochloric acids Spit in your face, yeah, your forehead smashed in Yeah, we scare away them Earth Wind and Fire verbals Comments coming, behold, bro, we throwing glaciers With chrome P9s on G time Homie, Shallah Louis Rich, peace sign and blew the streets [Verse 3: Willie the Kid] Yo, ice-cold like a Michelob Load the nickel-plated and the bands playing Nickelback Michigan plates, motherload, this ain't chicken scratch Kickin' back, scratchin' dent, this a different batch, I'm baggin' chicks With heirlooms in their earlobes, I'm crowned prince I'm their apparent, apparently a suede trench Distinctive rockin' trinkets, the banks I frequent Request the manager to speak with, you been delinquent I'm drinking mescal with freaks out in Mesa beach My recipe cook the beat like it's escabeche Capisce? You fu*kin pantsies, I'm buying land (Buyin' that sh*t) I'm not the type of man you can reprimand Understand that this the best part, parting waves Like a fool and his new money, pardon my ways I don't raise, I immobilize, I mobile guys I'm getting paid to socialize Champagne socialist, the leading vocalist Showboat, not a show business Driven like a chauffeur, who dope is this? Rosenberg told me to tap in, the Wu banger From Shaolin to Gun Ru, next chamber [Scratch Outro] Maintain, it's all real But listen to the Wu, son Rosenberg, Raekwon the Chef (Meth-Tical) Willie the Kid Hold it down, boy