Everywhere I turn, I see, your face..."
  
  [Intro: Raekwon]
  Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah
  Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll
  Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
  
  [Raekwon]
  And we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart
  Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggaz hearts
  I'm intellectual, plus professional
  And Walbaums to vegetables
  Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear
  Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz
  Blew shotties in niggaz lobbies, the grand RZA
  We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke
  Allah Math', show me when the needle broke
  Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up
  Never knew what they had, now they proud of us
  Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission
  Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me
  Rae, we gotta generate, lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew
  Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little
  Wrap up the whole rap government
  
  [Method Man]
  Go head, ya'll floss wit it
  Walk wit, I slap your boss wit it
  Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted
  Two puffs and off wit it
  You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots its forfeit it
  Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth/fifth it
  With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar
  It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that
  Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter?
  The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?
  Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin'
  Your street team, bunch of weaklings
  Don't ever let me catch your reachin'
  Respect when a grown man is speakin'
  Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on "creepin"
  The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'
  The heat seakin', missile official, that got issues
  Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's Hott Nikkels
  
  "Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there"
  
  [Method Man]
  Shh... shit ain't over..
  Okay, now, same shit, different day, grindin', gettin' paid
  Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray
  Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight
  Godbody, House your Party, watch the Kid N Play
  Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house
  Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers
  Roll that izza, pour me another kizza
  Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up
  Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes
  Let the herb spots run til the cops come, suppose
  I was just another stick in the mud, on a Saturday
  Thinkin', how I'mma get the fifth in the club
  See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it
  We comes undisputed, with batteries included
  Honey's "bee" like Meth, I be like what?
  They want some free cd's, I'm like "see these" nuts
  
  [Outro: Method Man]
  If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha
  If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha
  It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah, yeah, ok
  It be Tical, ok, haha, yeah..