Meth vs. Chef

Lyrics

[Intro] Your skill's worthy of a general If you want to fight, fight with me! One to one! Man to man! [Interlude: Lounge Lo & (Raekwon)] Let's 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, nigga!) I know you know it's on, kid (Bring that shit, I don't give a fuck!) [Verse 1: Method Man] Who lit that shit? It was I — the chinky eye Chiba-hawk from New York, Tical, Staten Isle Niggas thought that they could walk a dog, but they caught A bad situation 'cause I'm a sandwich short Of a picnic, kid you ain't equipped with the sickenin' Style, blowin' up the spot like ballistic Missiles, I be comin' through Like the four-nine-three-eleven tearin' up the Power-U, Meth-Tical! A bad motherfuckin' buddha monk, what the fuck?! Hit your chest like cardiac arrest, blow the front Out the frame, let the pussycat feel the pain of the dog shit Nobody move, run your garments A rugged vet, durable like a Champion sweat Wrap a power in a TEC to wet A nigga up with all the dangerous diseases Snifflin', sneezin', coughin', achin', stuffy head fever Fucker! I think it's 'bout time that you suffer Bobbin' on my knob like an all-day sucker Bitch! [Chorus: Method Man & (Raekwon the Chef)] Meth Vs. Chef! (It's my turn!) Meth Vs. Chef! (Yeah, let's bring this shit, baby!) Meth Vs. Chef! (Yeah! One more time, nigga!) Meth Vs. Chef! (You callin' me out?) I'll blow your fuckin' ass to death! [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 assassin, dressed in black rugged Sixteen shots to your mug from a slug then I go to war in a concrete jungle, makin' bundles Niggas act funny and fumble But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads got to fly Niggas stay strapped, armed to die Time for jet-black Timb boot Flowing where Su God get him, hit 'em with the 9, troop No question! *Cha-cha-blaow!!* in the session Bloodshot in that direction, cypher Attack you like chess moves, best moves Yo! Yeah, yo! The boards.. your ass.. 'Tack! 'Tack! 'Tack! Uh! Attack the boards like chess moves, best move! At Rae through, comin' at your motherfuckin' 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 lab Airwaves, yo, behave Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way! [Outro: Raekwon] Aw shit! Chef Vs. Meth, Vs. Meth, Vs. Meth