How High by Method Man/Redman
Excuse me as I kiss the sky,
Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye,
Who the [bad word] wanna die for their culture,
Stalk the dead body like a vulture,
Ticalian, HMMM
Blacker than your blackest stallion,
Hit your housin projects,
I represent the Shaolin my [bad word] 
 [bad word] yes, Apocalypse now the gun pow,
It be goin down diggy diggy down diggy down down

[Verse 2: Redman]

While the planets and the stars and the moons collapse,
When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks,
Cause aint no need for that hustlers and hardcores,
Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs,
The Green Eyed Bandit can't stand it,
With more [bad word] Loops then that Toucan Sam [bad word] 
Plus, the Bombazee got me wild.