[00:02.16]Rza:
[00:23.37]Spectacular cardiovascular attacker!
[00:26.31]Shaq's on the track with the blackular,
[00:28.68]Puzzler!Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzla,
[00:31.11]Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular
[00:33.87]Veins... Do it quick nicca bi**h, before your brain get drained...
[00:37.20]With the horror you now have become stained...
[00:39.69]Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo!Enter,
[00:42.60]The skill like a splinter!A decimal,
[00:44.70]Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we...
[00:47.79](Suuuuuuu!)Ah, intellectual,
[00:49.56]Styles break your mind!
[00:51.90]Shine, n***a, shine!
[00:56.64]All: We don't need no hooks!
[01:02.88]Shaq:
[01:10.65]The Shaq Attaq has risen,
[01:12.75]Au concrete pm this is twizm,
[01:15.18]Always &forever, forever always attack,
[01:17.91]I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack!
[01:20.16]Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic,
[01:24.72]Cd, #3 Static!
[01:25.47]You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin',
[01:28.95]Aeiou's a a**-whoopin'!You're tooken
[01:30.84]Into Clear &Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger,
[01:33.93]Quick to rearrange a... Outlook, so look out,
[01:36.45]So here me comes!Quick to beat you down,
[01:38.64]Like the rza on the drums!
[01:39.99]Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'.
[01:42.84]My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman
[01:45.21]Emblem!Marks, get set, go left,
[01:47.82]The Shaq, the rza, get ready for the Meth!
[01:55.50]All: We don't need no hooks!
[02:03.63]Method Man:
[02:04.23]Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome,
[02:06.18]Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down.
[02:08.66]I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here
[02:11.13]To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method.
[02:14.16]Whatup, hookers?Hoodrats are no goodaz,
[02:16.68]It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer:
[02:19.11]Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back
[02:21.45]To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track,
[02:24.21]Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it,
[02:26.67]The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted.
[02:29.16]My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin',
[02:32.70]Got your wholes block duckin'
[02:34.26]Down!The end is here, apocalypse now!
[02:36.45]Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out.
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