Verse One: Method Man/Johnny Blaze

I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missle heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin, my third eye seen [bad word] 
Before it happen
You know about them [bad word] Staten
Kids they smashin
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm
Talkin out your [bad word] 
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know just what the [bad word] I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a [bad word] snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
 [bad word] a [bad word] like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
burning to the third degree, sneaky [bad word] alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party [bad word] 
You don't like it [bad word] up in ya [bad word] ya

(allow me to demonstrate) That's right, you corny [bad word] 
(the skill of Shaolin) rap [bad word] 
(The special technique) Better go back and check
(of shadowboxing) your [bad word] stacks
(Shadowboxing) Cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs [bad word] enough
 [bad word] 

Verse Two: The Genius/Maximillion

I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke [bad word] backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate
indsutry, but what them niggaz can't see
must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin, and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacumn [bad word] 
cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session

Verse Three: Method Man/Johnny Blaze

When my mind start to clickin, and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu [bad word] 
I don't give a cotten-pickin [bad word] 
about a brother tryin to size a [bad word] up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama baby boy actin like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa bee, that be holdin down his [bad word]  loungin son
Wu brother number one, protect your neck
Flying guillotines here [bad word]  bloody [bad word] 
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin words plus
semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
To the next episode, I keeps it [bad word] 
Hand on my nutsac, and spittin lung-ghies
At a wack [bad word] dat, don't understand the fact
When [bad word] to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down
All and together now
Things are getting good looking better now