Lyric St Ide s

* this is the commercial Wu-Tang Clan made for St. Ide s malt liquor

[Method] Oh yeah, comin through with my Shaolin crew
Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide s brew
In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
Methtical s in a jam on how dry I am

[Raekwon] ... with St. Ides in my system
crack another I m blitzed, let s go hit the next one
Hang it over, the object is to stay sober
Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur

[Ghostface] Who s the Wallabee kid, stressed out, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
that blow between the bushes, St. Ide s and I the king of teams

[U-God] Crack the bottle of the St. Ide s, sippin to those
Who don t realize that drinkin ain t only to be drunk
You can t drive, keep my peoples alive
And if the saint don t know you from a can of paint

[RZA] It was hot, on the spot, so I jetted at the block
And I asked for St. Ide s, I could tell by the dot
On the back he rebuilt it... not that charcoal filtered
Ice cold bottle tilted... to my cup he spilt it
AAAAAAAAAAH!!! ST. IDES! mmmmmmmmmmm...