[Verse 1: Method Man] My repertoire is militant The last days, what the blood is we dealing with? The Johnny Blaze, grab yo' pistol Teflon, mega-bombs, and heat-seeking missiles Time to go to war, sh**'s official The mic stalker, only if you can understand it The sky walker, that be leaping over planets Pain! Got that ghetto blood in my vein Spread it through my kin, confess my sins, and blame Society for unawareness, f** the president He don't represent the ghetto resident Recognize fool within the black coal there's a j**el The revolution been in effect, pull up your shoe Utilize your third eye it be in my eye Now I choose who gotta die - him, every time Ticallion stallion now hold on Like black diamonds, stud medallions, and so on