Lyrics

[Verse 1 - JC] Colossal, turn a gospel into a Costco No Rob Lowe, aimin' pistols at your fossil Bar codes, schemin' the dreams of an enemy Energy source of my entity is small like a centipede Plenty weapons at a bus stop, fuck cops Heard the gunshots and little M caught blood clots Y'all suck cock, I was sellin' Hannah in Montana Did it for the camera, y'all faker than Santa Sorry, children, pistol and pill poppin' Milli dropping, I prop a killer in a coffin Ain't an act, any aim is is arachnophobia Cause I crawl, y'all cornucopia in my Utopia The projects, special effects in my Lex Fuck an ex, I was signing checks since the duplex I get new sets, move the crew's vets Complex deuce sets, now tell me who next? [Verse 2 - RZA] Yo, ayo; chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under tons of rubble Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn My clique fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby, learn [Hook - JC & Method Man] It's the one and only! How many didn't want to see it happen? It's the one and only! If life is a joke, nobody laughin! [Verse 3 - Method Man] How many didn't want to see it happen Street moves, live from Staten, if life is a joke, nobody laughin Hate to see a brother do good through legal action So you sabotage and throw a Def in the Squad Fo'-fo's blastin, keep the po-po flashin These Dark Soul Assassins, Jake's hate the Gods with a passion So I keep it movin in an orderly, fashion Pedal to the floor -- peep the Jim Crow law, mind control theory Y'all niggas don't hear me, Generation Next Droppin fast who's next, next to get wet By the reign of the tech-knowledgy, follow me Open up wide now, swallow me, every calorie Is reality the truth, the whole truth and Nothin but the truth, taste is the proof These niggas want the Juice, and in the crossfire Be the youth, who didn't learn to duck when they shoot [Verse 4 - JC] Unlike me, I sipped spiced tea and tipped my fee Shooting like Spike Lee, get them checks like Nike Bite me if you think I ain't out my psyche Y'all got your panties twisted tightly If I got to clarify, you rappers is parasites Who stereotype niggas because we breaking the fahrenheit Copyright out my satellite, cause I'm NASA Right past ya, like the Flash, but I'm faster than that bastard Grasshoppers, I never cop the cops, they proper Live long and prosper in a hot-trot helicopter Aimin' choppers at your police vehicle Regional flows caught the dome, it's believeable Churches in severs, 9's in 7 arms, times purpose Perfect, left in the levers, in harms, it's worthless Rhyme scheme dominator, never came to calm a hater Rappers talking more commentator, they my doppleganger, but I'm... [Hook - JC & Method Man] The one and only! How many didn't want to see it happen? It's the one and only! If life is a joke, nobody laughin!