[Intro]n(These styles is unknown to...)nThe two-headed dragonn(These styles is unknown to...)nThe two headed dragonnnYo, and it goes on ya'll (Uh huh)nn(You don't know me and you don't know my style [Method Man])nn[Verse 1]nThe two-headed dragon breathes fire, blows flamesnVeins pumping octane blazing pain, same brainnSame ankle that enabled Kain to slew that's a sharp bladenWhether you're willing or able I see your stockadenI'm from an age where the eye displays captionnIt's passin' the fact that what you're really tongue lashin'nYo and we strikin' they backs like they card cold the dashin'nCan't escape slavery boy, I'm still the master of natural disasternThis rap tongue-twister, emergin' from waterworld the mighty whorld windnMicrophone cyclone blowin' in your ears like your girlfriendnUntil the world ends all these minds puttin' work innEmploy these toys on a job and we'll see, but what the hell was they thinkin'?nMust've been drunk, what the hell was they drinkin'?nWhy are these rules?, drunk as hell in a LincolnnHead-on collisions in these rap competitionsnMy crew cats' record turn their frames into scrap metal (off to the junkyard)n'Cause ain't nobody's on my rap level, you can ask the devilnIt ain't no way in hell these contenders can hendernRemember; guard your fender from a friender mistanSenim Silla, sinister swindler, I brought you stigmasnWhen your hides bust in line a temper, this is a warning to you mennWe're joining these tournaments of journalists and live by the pennNow die by the sword, tears through your guard got you through the mic cordnIt's fine but explored, but just fine wine is pourednNow toast to this, as we pour a little out who be approachin' thisnBe approachin' this, be approachin' this, be approachin' thisnBe approachin' this, be approachin' this, be approachin' thisnn[Verse 2]nBattle vocalist the One Man Army in a war against blissnLack of knowledge means I'm weaponless, don't just step to thisnI sent Pharoah messages like Moses takin' my people on an exodusnWe on the run, I split the m-i-c open, kids try to follownBut get swallowed in the ocean, preacher of the truthnNon-believers makin' mockery, it ain't no stoppin' me, I fulfill all prophecynSimilar to David with the rock I sling shots at your bestest warriornPlus I'm ill with the poetry, you know it's me but you still couldn't catch usnManuever on the mic or lose heads like John the BaptistnWhen I rap this whack MC's feel the rapturenOthers fugitive style your brains couldn't capturenEver since the beggining of time, let there be lightnThat's the first day, I wrote my first rhyme, I'm still writin'nI seen you lookin' at 'em, but don't even think about bitin'nForbidden poetry is a life, dig thesenYour ass couldn't hide from me with fig leavesnnAh, uh, (control my...), ah, yo, yonn(You don't know me and you don't know my style [Method Man])nn[Verse 3]nWe move fast like Quickdraw McGraw, when it's time nWe get raw, our crew come together like jigsaw puzzlesnWe movin' on the double, a t-r-o-u-b-l-e, we spell trouble nFor you cats and dogs without muzzles barkin' in my face nThat'll carry no weight like space shuttles, we rock the mic like rubble nBinary Star came to rain, drip, drop, rain puddlesnSubtle, anonymous, rap hippopatomus, no comogenous nDeeper than a pit that's bottomlessnThe knowledge is, to see us, you must be an astrologist nStars, quasars, cyrus, synonomousnn(These styles is unknown to...)n(Leavin' no limits, we don't forgive or forget)nnYonn(These styles is unknown to...)n(These styles is unknown to...)nWe bum rush, there's no envisionnWhat you know about this?nWhat you know about this?nn(You don't know me and you don't know my style [Method Man])n(These styles is unknown to...)n(You don't know me and you don't know my style [Method Man])