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