Dart Throwing

Raekwon: Let's get it on Kokomo

John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird

Another Persian legacy

(Method Man: The Iron Lung)

Yo yeah, yeah, yo, yo

Dart throwing, yo aimin' at your nostril, Aéropostale

Sword rockin' halibut steak we choppin'

Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time

Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line

Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley

Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's

Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater

My nigga drop lost a stripe like Adidas

Shit is deep, the bridge still burnin'

The long time earnin', just got snatched by more Germans

Europeans are seein' me bleedin', jet off in

The Lex skiin', goggles, Louis Rich Sweden

I dig my life experiences, wrap it up

In twelve inches, keepin' my defenses

Put it up in raw trenches, holdin' court on the park benches

In the ghetto servin' life sentence

Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks

Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin'

Stop actin' like it's me losin', peep my modern day

Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat

In Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin'

Once again plot thicken, and you succumb

To the will of the slum bite your tongue

Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one

Guilty by association, stank b***h

Wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass

Let them players flash, and trick on they cash

On your funky ass I only buy shit that last

A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin' through

The pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty

In a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti

Head heavy, with deadly medleys

I opened up my rap Bible, then the light came

Over the children, as it began to rain

I started buildin', spoke many times before

But didn't score, my reading was poor

Injected with the Devil's English, I extinguish

And approach all homonyms, shit in your brain

Wipe my ass with the phenomenons, be holy

Or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia

Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff

Rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?

Beware my psycho, lime piece tec-o leggo

Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real

Peace out bro

Eyes as diamonds, time again

Mother****ers wanna battle with the bat or pen

Give it to em raw, give it to em raw

Down to the ****ing floor, up to the roof with the proof

Meth-Tical mad, goddamn!