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 [you-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!
