Method Man - BET Rapcity Freestyle lyrics

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Method Man - BET Rapcity Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Tigger] Aight Rap City Tha Ba**ment, Big Tig', EQ, Method Man hey Method Man hey It's going down, check it out one time Off the top I guarantee there's no equal His new album in stores - Tical 0, man, The Prequel You know how we do when me and my crew bang Been rapping this kid, since he was down with Wu-Tang Back in the days, into the chamber 36 Big Tig' putting it down in dirty mix, provided by EQ Test me and my crew, guarantee you lose Man your whole crew snoozed Meth, Tical, standing behind me right now You know how we do, we keep it moving with freestyle I'ma step to the right, you blow the spotlight Dynamite, hey man come on and make it right [Verse 2: Method Man] Yeah, Mr. Meth AKA John John phenomenon AKA Alicia Keys boyfriend in the video, here we go Yo, yo, yo, oh sh** lo and behold Rza and Meth got another ninja scroll Man I injure foes, send chills down their spines Like I'm December cold, never bend or fold Like a wallet. Can't call it, can't pretend to know Whack sh**, turn my back on it like a friend that stole Been in the game ten years, I got ten to go It's the prince and the dark knight let's begin day-O Call me mister low maintenance Tell them ho's I'm like a doctor that lost his license I got no patients, I got time for wasting If you ain't fam you ain't relating These hating hot dog rappers is baking Without love, like a stoner without bud Your a** is as flat as a soda without suds Who got the nerve to think that Meth can't rhyme Put a nine to your skull and get that out your mind, mind Yes! Uh oh! Like Lumi Dee If Meth ain't that sh** by now I'm soon to be When I choke hold mics I don't give'em room to breathe I'm just doing me, but girl if you're fine I'll do you free By now if you don't know who it be, don't make me tell Just know I k**er Mike like that kid from ATL If you fail to plan, baby plan to fail See my game ugly ... like Sam Ca**el I'm so funky I can't even stand the smell Come on, life's a drag, roll it up and inhale Don't get comfy, I cramp your style like a monthly Even Demi Moore need more than Ashton Kutcher to punk me My 4-5 bars, just one shot'll clear the block Like it's time for 106 & Park Staten Island dropping your a**, we mean business My gun'll put a shot in your a** Like free clinics