[Intro: Method Man] 
Shout out to Morocco, what's going down? 
This your boy, Meth, Mr. that is 
Capital M, capital E, capital 
I'm here to speak upon things, one of your hometown favorites 
My boy Cilvaringz, doing big things upon this 
We gon' make it pop like this 
Ya'll wanna see what time it izzy 
Man, this is in the name of Allah 
RZA, Shabazz the Disciple, Masta Killa 
Killah Priest, your boy John-John Blazini 
Let's do it 

[Masta Killa:] 
Listen, the wise elder spoke, write as I quote 
Then open the seal, and reveal these things 
That [bad word] to pass, if you can last through the storm 
Man will be tested in all forms 
Then flesh will be beaten until submission 
Forgiveness has been given to spare your life 
Still your eyes glaze when you greet my wife 
Sinful thinking, it's strong wine and drinking 
Lead to the [bad word] of such men as Samson 
The grace period given for those who will repent 
Those other than righteous, Masta Killa will send 
And time is at hand, as I walk the land 
From the U.K., back to the streets of B.K. 
Given sight beyond sight, to write the unseen 
No amount of treasure can measure the gift given 
To speak the unspoken, it's the chosen 

[Killah Priest:] 
I need one cup of Dracula's blood, two virgins 
Dressed in all black, to start my sermon 
One heart of a merchant, one teeth of a priest 
The head of a monk, mixed in a bowl, with the 9/11 souls 
I see him in the sign as the reverend was told 
I read the scroll, but I'm still blindfold 
Wait, I need more ingredients, so I look for the seeds of disobedience 
Chop off the foot of Bush, throw him in the pot, let him cook 
To every word I jot in this book, I pray the FBI's overlook 
The recipe for America's destiny 
Tech will squeeze, after dragging, I stab him in the abdomen 
Free the Palestinians, free the Africans 
Free humanity from the insanity, our planet bleeds 
Mission cycles of symbols and idols 
Our skin put Bibles, Qu' Ran, been through temples to old mosque 
Stepping through the Garden of Eden where the revengeful angels throw rods 
Oh God, save us from the outrageous Pagans, I spray guns, til the barrel's empty 
I'm like Moses to Pharaoh's envy, turn of the century 
Burning in misery, think... 

 [bad word] x2: Shabazz the Disciple] 
In the, name of Allah, who we give thanks and praises 
They turn us from the wages, watch over your saviors 
He gave us life, made us upright and raised us 
He wrote the book, we live according to your pages 

[Killah Priest:] 
When the holy father spit, you see the bottomless pit 
Demons rise out, Shabazz close the door, this God's house 

[Salah Edin praying] 

[RZA:] 
Titanium fangs, skull nearly mammal 
At the holy city of Mecca, on the back of a talking camel 
Great fan of Colon, crazy ammo get blown 
Wherever I sit son, that is my throne 
I'm the reason why time started, I be the kind hearted 
Trying to bust me, you aiming at a blind target 
Designed with a sublime for the vintage 
I control the whole, don't deal with no percentage 
Even with a 3.5 mil deposit 
Your life is still illusive like a [bad word] 
Where your mind and your body [bad word] 
Need to regenerate, let your mental seed ovulate 
For nine months, in the womb of my wisdom 
You may find a program to descramble the system 
And cause a glitch, whether bright day or black pitch 
We strive to build homes, and stack chips 
From the ice of Alaska, to the heat of Calabasas 
We over through the master, he build our own castle 
Remove the impostor, take it up an octave 
As my vibe continues to energize your shocking 
Out of Allah mercy, I speak these verses 
To help bring the [bad word] from beneath the surface 
To help get the proof, from beneath the churches 
Defeat shading, [bad word] the circle