Method Man + Ghostface Freestyle (Remix)

Lyrics

[Method Man] Wu-Tang bang here I come Yo-ho-ho and a bottle full of rum Nah, not that one, come again son Straight out the dome with the hellified poem I be the Meth Tical coming with the fresh freestyle It's off the head and never been written before I said that I'm the baddest brother in the land I be the man M-E-T-H-O-D Yes I am, Yes I am, here I am, never eat the ham I like what, hit the girl from behind with my ill typе rhyme Got the style makе you wanna like man combine Connect four, coming through the door You know the style, the man he be the Meth Tical (say what?) Come on, Come on, Come on, Ghostface, hit me with a taste [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I'ma set it with one shot, forget me not Ghostface blows the spot, popping niggas like Ronnie Lott But of course, Wu-Tang Clan made The Source in no time Niggas got flipped and tossed off the single Hittin' like a bell when I jingle A fat rap dose of the Ghost is what I bring you At last the Wu-Tang Clan got me gassed Labeled as a outcast, the beat got smashed Back up, thoughts is mad buck with real ass Like shorty hooded up in a church with two MACs Thoughts react so fast, I'm so sick So quick to jig a nigga up with an ice pick I'm stranded facing your peeps, I be the one Picture Ghostface in the sun, be on the run Reject that, brothers wouldn't never expect that Running up on the God Ghost, what's the catch? My technique, the words I speak shoot your freak I get deep like killing George Bush in his sleep Untold, no one seen shit, no one heard jack I'm overseas counting G's relaxed and laid back [Method Man] Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man? You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya 36 chambers, be out, you'se in danger Let me pull your brain out your ass with a hanger Didn't momma tell ya not to talk to a stranger? Now ya got ya neck in the noose of the strangler Just recline, keep the Meth in mind I'll even test a knuckle check on the hands of time [Ghostface KIllah] Nonchalantly, I roll up on the rap scene bluntly And lamp like I'm knocking off keys collecting monthly My nickel plated pattern of stacks rips the [?] I build like i'm a stacking a log to make a cabin Runnin' wild in Midtown, hit the ground quick Mad bodies being lost and found No one can stop me cause that's a sin, you know era One thing, I bring the MC's, it be terror Kick dirt on jerks and shit, I be the expert Catch a hole in your shirt, John, I do work Ghostface maxing in the hall of fame place Suicidal blends that kick like north lace Surviving, crazy live when I flips a track I hit a reverend in the head with a bat And threw his head in a showcase, in a glass box with no case Who did it? Ghostface! [Method Man] Hey! Hey! I swing funky raps routines and tap the jaws Spot you 20 points that you still can't score Nothing, because you ain't got no points in this game Bitch you frontin', I'm home run hittin' and you be buntin' Fresh out the toilet and I got my shit together When I'm good, i'm good, when bad, I'm better You want it? Whatever, I be the stormy weather Rain coming down so weatherproof your leather - Jacket, a nigga with an axe couldn't hack it I spark him like a match of a MAC It's the Method, say it loud and the Method Man, clap your hands Now check it, see me in the mix rolling fat blunts and spliffs Saw my physical, brother came through and got me lit Niggas that I walk by and give me the eye The moment is fuckin' me up, killin' my eye Nigga get back, you're pussy cat, fearsome Basically that, I'm all that and them some While I was out on tour going berserk I heard you was at the sandbox and kicking dirt All of my name but you can't pull my files You don't know me and you don't know my style Remember that hair like that, there yeah! Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bare [Ghostface Killah] Yo, I'ma be here forever, max like the weather Thoughts designed and classified like genuine leather As I get down to the Brownsville You remain still as I shoot the gif at will with rough raps Banging off of marvelous tracks Paragraphs slamming like a late night snack The rap thoroughbreds You could get with this rhyme specialist Yes, I be possessed leaving threats like a terrorist Blood spiller, ex-convict, verbal assaulter Disguising as a psychiatrist whose name's Walter Now I like smuggling mics of all types Spotlights at the airport and catch a flight to another chamber Then I will strike like a stranger Bad guys shorten they lives and lose fingers [Method Man] Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin' Like they want problems You want 'em? You got 'em Rap contact, is writin' this exact- Ly, the way it should, be, attack Killer Bees on the swarm Salaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism I bust rhymes like jism Impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom Decipher, the stee, I be hyper I dwindle the style, that rekindle like old flames Saliva, check the wicked flow I delyvah Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River Style came trite, trife like a thief in the night I be that sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in yo' wife Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid Flippin' on the mic like gymnastic Tical!