True Master - Dart Throwing lyrics

[Raekwon the Chef] Let's get it on Kokomo John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird Yeah Another Persian legacy [Method] The Iron Lung [Raekwon the Chef] Yo yeah, yeah, yo, yo Dart throwing, yo aimin at your nostril, Aéropostale Sword rockin halibut steak we choppin Mili-tia, eight to nine generals at one time Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater My n***a drop lost a stripe like adidas sh** is deep, the bridge still burnin The long time earnin, just got snatched by more Germans Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in The Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden [Method Man] I dig my life experiences, wrap it up In twelve inches, keepin my defenses Put it up in raw trenches, holdin court on the park benches In the ghetto servin life sentence Ma** confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozin Stop actin like it's me losin, peep my modern day Pompei on city streets, the Sun pack heat In Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itchin Once again plot thicken, and you succumb To the will of the slum bite your tongue Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one Guilty by a**ociation, stank b**h Wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pa** Let them players flash, and trick on they cash On your funky a** I only buy sh** that last A lifetime I write rhyme, chippin through The pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty In a fifty-seven Chevy, ga**ed on my own Getti Head heavy, with deadly medleys [Cappadonna] I opened up my rap Bible, then the light came Over the children, as it began to rain I started buildin, spoke many times before But didn't score, my reading was poor Injected with the Devil's english, I extinguish And approach all hominyms, sh** in your brain Wipe my a** with the phenonmenyms, be holy Or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia Left y'all petrol, my dancehall standoff Rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what? Beware my psycho, limw piece tec-o leggo Uniform flow, stay strong black my sh** is real Peace out bro [Method Man] Tical Eyes as diamonds, time again Motherf**ers wanna battle with the bat or pen Give it to em raw, give it to em raw Down to the f**in floor, up to the roof with the proof Meth-Tical mad, god damn! Hahahaha, right Motherf**ers