[Verse 1: RZA]
Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
It's a daily conflict between man and beast
We strive for God and a better tomorrow
Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow
Repent from thy sins, son and walk ye straight
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy and talk ye straight
Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
Still, I wouldn't give an oint'
Or flinch an inch—or pitch a pinch
Off the pie or every try to try your wench
Confronted by the dеvil himself and stayed strong
You think you can take thе King, now meet Kong
Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no countin'
How many MCs have sprung from our fountain

[Chorus: RZA]
Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination
I'm not givin' mine away to Satan
Although I know that he's a-waitin'
To get a hold of my Biochemical Equation
I'ma slip him, son—I'ma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him—I'ma clip him, son
Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination
99 elements, biochemical manifestation
I'm not giving mines away to Satan
Although, I know that he's awaitin'
I'ma slip him, son, I'ma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
[Intrumental bridge]

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Bet, ahk—straight to the head with the pet rock
At least 'til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweatbox
Trade a few bars of head-noddin'—throw us a stack
Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin' bonus pack
Invest in the first B-boy kid's show
Live off skid row with jive-talking negros
He wear his beard like a frizzly-haired grizzly
And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?
Is he in your backyard, or on your front porch?
Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched?
It's off, they say he rhyme like he starvin'
And sold odds and bodkins to old gods and goblins
Golly, I'm just a pest and your worst best friend
Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend
Not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men
Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen

[Chorus: RZA]
Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination
I'm not givin' mine away to Satan
Although I know that he's a-waitin'
To get a hold of my Biochemical Equation
I'ma slip him, son—I'ma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him—I'ma clip him, son
Fifty-thou' a year process to make this combination
99 elements, biochemical manifestation
I'm not giving mines away to Satan
Although, I know that he's awaitin'
I'ma slip him, son, I'ma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son