All the children come into the light...
  [Sample of "Bright Tomorrow"] There will be...
    [Chorus/Intro: Left Eye and Method Man]
    Rock a bye baby from the rooftop
  When the guns blow, your cradle gets rocked
  When the earth quakes and the sky starts to fall
  Down will come emcees, fake shit and all!
    [Verse One: Method Man]
    On top I be the show shot
  The bomb drop
  After shot blow your bumba claat to smithereens
  Time stop, flyin' guillotines
  Commin for your flock
  What you mean you spilled the beans, ay?
  Black out and thought I seen pop
  Lazer beam glock
  Whats a bird to a brother with a flock, wha?
  They got some nerve
  To even try and shit a turd
  On John J, flap a nigga gate
  With the wordplay
  Hot Nik shoot you with the gift
  Its your birthday
  God hatin' ugly in the worst way
  Fuck 'em like the Earth say
  From first day I survey the hassle
  Death knockin at your door
  In the Big Apple
  Meth rotton to the core
  Shackle, in the sound castle
  The doungeon, with vermin
  In the form of emcees determined
  To step foot on God soil
  Not knowin' that these egg heads come hard boiled
  And heavy handed
  The aliens they just landed
  And you in the way
  Overthrow these niggas planet
  Independance Day
  Felons, get split melons
  Homicide buck niggas get the buck with pelets
  Insecticide
  Johnny 5 take it worldwide
  As long as I pledge aligence to the Dark Side
  I'll never die
  Who ya know with a flow like this?
  Bring em in
  What clan you know blow like this?
  Bring em in
  Take that nigga (that nigga...)
    [Sample]
    [Hook One: Method Man (Left Eye)]
    The sound of gun birth put the foul in this earth
  (foul in this earth)
  You can't fake plannin' from the
  ?Mack Control Theories? (Mack Control Theories)
  Murder in the first bring 'em back down to Earth
  (back down to Earth)
  You niggas don't hear me, prepare for the worst!
  (prepare for the worst)
    [Verse Two: Method Man]
    Times gon change, nuttin will remain the same
  Million dollar broke niggas still fucked up in the game
  Make me wanna choke niggas shittin' on my name
  Tuck your chain I approach nigga Go Against the Grain now
  ?Hit the standin' brain? now
  Die Hard fan call me John John McClain now
  Snake vs the Crane Style
  Death to the enemy, Wu brother number one
  The centipede, trouble some
  Send 'em all to Kingdom Come
  Sun still shine one
  Time for your crooked mind
  Drunk off of cheap wine
  Son I'm in the street crime
  Every word, every line
  Got juice very fine
  Turn me loose on mankind
  Detionate the land mine
  Funk gets me goin' now
  Never sell, never sold
  Live by the code now
  Never tell, never told
  Darts I throw
  Like Clyde with the finger roll
  Clut shots an what not
  This is where the buck stops
  Still can't eat and y'all still cant sleep
  I eat up my ?self? as presidential emcee
  Wu-Tang killa bee
  The bee high facility
  In love with the blunt smoke
  Even though its killin me
  Bad vibes fillin me
  With thoughts of conspiricy
  White Water scandals with Bill Clinton Hilary
  Too hot to handle
  Well put together to dismantle
  Fucka, you heard me?
    [Sample]
    [Hook Two: Meth]
    Excuse me as I kiss the sky
  Catch me when I fall son I'm too young to die
  Me and Lefty, that be the Eye come test me
  If you don't know, you never know me
  Boost the birdie
    [Interlude]
    [Chorus]
    [Outro: Left Eye]
    Ayyo, I got 360 degrees of self, that's mind body and spirit
  120 degrees a piece
  We gon' break it down into simple terms
  That's nine nigga nine
  Highest level of change
  It's too many niggas sittin' on they ass
  waitin' for shit to just happen
  Shit just don't happen
  Gon' fuck around a miss a buck
  If you take away the negative, make room for the positve
  Thats addin' and subtractin' on the real
  Niggas betta learn they math
  Cause if my calculations serve me
  Correct I'ma fuck around and have all this shit
  I'm on yo ass nigga