[Intro:]
    Duel, worthy of a general
  If you want to fight, fight with me!
  One to one! Man to man!
    Get ready to gel team!
  Live and direct from the one-six-ooh
  We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical!
  It's about to go on, Tical!
  You make the call, I make the call!
  It's all for all
  Method Man, Raekwon the Chef
  (count my shells)
  And there's about to be one left
  (count my shells, nigga)
  I know you know it'son kid
  (Bring that shit I don't give a fuck!)
  [bell rings]
    [Verse One: Method Man]
    Who lit that shit it was I the chinky-eye
  Cheeba-hawk from New York, Tical Staten Isle
  niggaz thought, that they could walk a dog but they caught
  a bad situation, cause I'm a sandwich short
  of a picnic, cause you ain't equipped with the sickening
  style, blowing up the spot like ballistic
  missiles, I be comin through like the four-nine-three-eleven
  tearing up the power-u, Me-Tical
  A bad motherfucking buddah monk, what the fuck
  hit your chest, like cardiac arrest, blow the front
  out the frame, hit the pussycat for the pain
  of the dog shit, nobody move run your garments
  A rugged vet, terrible like a Champion sweat
  Wrap a power in a tec, to wet
  a nigga up, with all the dangerous diseases
  Sniffling sneezing coughing aching stuffy head fever
  Fucker, I think it's bout time that you suffer
  Bobbin on my nob like an all day sucker
  [bell rings] Bitch!
  Meth Vs. Chef
  (it's my turn) Meth Vs. Chef
  (yo let's bring that shit baby) Meth Vs. Chef
  (yo, yeah, one more time nigga) Meth Vs. Chef
  (callin me out, it's goin off) I blow your fuckin ass to death
  [bell rings]
    [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]
    I'm goin all out kid no turnbacks
  You could try to front, get smoked and that's that
  Lyric assassin, dressed in black buggin
  Sixteen shots to your mug, from a slug then
  I go to war in a conrete jungle, make the punt
  cause niggaz act funny, and fumble
  But I relax, count my shells, a lot of heads gotta fly
  Niggaz stay strapped, armed to die
  Time for jet-black Tim boot, flowin
  Wha-Su God get him, hit em with the nine troop
  No question, cha-cha-BLOW in the session
  Bloodshot in that direction, cypher
  [bell rings]
  'Tack you like chess moves best move
  Yo, yeah, yo
  The boards, your ass
  'Tack, 'tack, 'tack, uH! *bell rings*
  'Tack the boards like chess moves best move
  at Rae through, comin at your motherfuckin crew
  Live direct, yeah you better step
  Gunshots ring on the set, let's jet
  Motivate, to the gate
  With some quick high Rae stay fly, and rob your Isle
  Airwaves, yo behave
  Now you're a slave with the boots that paved the way
  [bell rings three times]
  Ahh shit!
    [Chef Vs. Meth Vs. Meth]