Intro:



Takin it from the top?



Tippy? Tippy?







How High?....



The Ultimate High....







Verse One: Method Man



Scuse me as I kiss the sky



Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye



Who the fuck wanna die for their culture



Stalk the dead body like a vulture



Tical get, HMMM



Blacker than your blackest stallion



Hit your house'n projects



I represent the Shaolin my nigga



Hell yes, Apocalypse now, the gun blow



It be goin down, diggy diggy down diggy down down







Verse Two: Redman



While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse



When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks!



Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores



Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs



The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it



With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch



Plus, the Bombazee got me wild



(Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide







Verse Three: Method Man



10 9 8 7 6 5 4



3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door



Tical bring it to that ass raw



Breakin all the rules like glass jaws



Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours



Fucka, we dont need no rap tour



I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rap-ture



More than you bargained for



Tical, that stays open like an all nite store



For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel



Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill



And end your existance, M-E-T



Ain't no use for resistance, H-O-D -