Poisonous Darts

Let's see you try the water technique Hai, ha, ha, ha, ha The sky is high, the cloud is low (yeah) But my water technique is hard to beat (word up) But the earth can absorb water (gotta zip my coat) Hai, hai, ha (yeah) The sky is high, the cloud is low (fuck 'em) But my water technique is hard to beat But the earth can absorb water (yeah, check the fly shit) Uh (hai, hai) What the fuck I got to lose, huh? Word to God, let's get it on Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand Nameless, these stonewashed cats, leave 'em brainless Somewhere out of this world, stranded on Uranus With coke and a dollar bill, stems and crack capsules Take a blast, boo, booby trap a cruise, it's natural Like soybean, burn like a laser beam My vaccine, I shoot it firm, and it connects like sideburns The segment, rap fragment Comes together like magnets Attract heads, captured like Dragnet Going through mad phases of all ages Killa Beez locked the fuck up behind cages The Genovese swallowed this line and caught a freeze Press caller ID for me to quote more degrees The fortune-teller tuck a sleeping gas umbrella Award-winning dining in the back of Marabella Now, who don't believe that cash must rule? I don't eat meat, I slap blood out of Perdue Keep a wireless mic, mic's on, strike the session It's over, I'll fire this and glow like fluorescent Peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on (the sky is high, the cloud is low) Yeah, peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on (but my water technique is hard to beat) Hai, hai Yo, yo, mountains of blow like snow, constant cash flow Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes Mega powder dripping from they nose Fucking Jet magazine bitches with wide pussy pose Centerfold the whole night, deadly venom horror snake bites Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice Holding money bags, convertible Benz with feathered bags With the mongoose, your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad You onion-head niggas spread out and parlay Yo, Rae, these icks-days get crashed with ash trays I pull stings like guitar strings down in Spain I'm so hyped, jakes labeled god, "Crack cocaine" Y Equality Self, god, yeah, yeah you know it kid Ricky fucked up a G-Pack, blow his wig He's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform He's a newborn, look at money, swearing like he on But, anyway, back to furry Kangols, Jamaican Wallabees My back is on the wall, bombing devils with trick-nology My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source Awards Next year, 200 niggas coming with swords