method man in his prime was something else

[pointproven214]

Are you ready, to face the consenquences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you ain't sh1t, motherfuucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid sting it
And represent, it's like heads up a brick, when I'm swing it
Get lost, I break you off something
I'm pumpin, like a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
You was nothin
Bet ya thought ya fuuckin clan had ya fuuckin back but they was frontin
Smokin dirt blunts and fu*kin nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin
Get ya ship sunken, fuuckin with a drunken
Master disaster at enemy rap functions



method man rhyme schemes >>>>>>>>>>>>>

 

[Lord Mecca]

nikkas wanna test my steez, nikka please
I black that eye like peas, you better freeze
in your tracks... a Wu-Tang Killer Bee's on ya back
I come for the honey plus the phat money sack
You want it all? Yeah I want it all like that
I stab my own moms in the back for a stack
nikkas like, "Damn, why you on it like that?"
If I'm a dog then I got no love for the cat

 

[PaperEnterprise]

That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me
Still tryin to fukk my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys?
Got me in a world of shyt, and now I'm pissed
Mama said there'd be days like this, tis the SeaZon
for Ducks and my pen's bleedin
Leavin' kids barely breathin for sneak-thievin
Famished from lack of eatin and lack of teachin
Banished from Rhyme & Reason for high treason, can it be
That the kid with the knot knees
Got G to make a grown man cop pleas, for this track
I got a Lovebug like Starsky, blow back
Until I drop Tical Part 3, ain't no stoppin
when you start me, John Jay
Pullin your card, mayday mayday
nikkaz owe they life to God, and now it's payday
Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked
I learned the hard way - ain't nuttin sacred
In this world - time to face it, Johnny Basic
Instinct, I'm sure to make it
While others fake it, fukk the spotlight, G-O-D already got light
Say what you like, just spell my name right
No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish
cake nikkaz, keep my dikk up out your mouth

 

[pointproven214]

It's that Blackout, spazzed out, G-String divas
Leave you assed out, passed out, it's cold
Pack your heat up, blow your back out
You bad mouth, make 'em all believers
Throwing rocks from a glass house, y'all ain't perfect either
See that cheeba and that hash out (garbage day tomorrow)
And I have yet to take that trash out, or emptied this cigar
RZA, Rah, we amped, eh, Meth is on his job
It ain't nothing, like the French say; "che sera sera"
So let's move on, until the day we laying in the casket
With them suits on, and I'm so cool that hell is only luke warm
Been too strong, for too, long, I'll probably die
With my boots on, and on my way to cash a coochie coupon
You know I'm, proper, don't let them boys confuse you
The fact is Meth, I'm harder than bottles made by Yoo-Hoo
Wu-Tang, welcome to the House of Flying Daggers
Where the truth aim, flying out the mouth of flying rappers
There it is...

 

[KravenMorehead™]

Mef flow so on point many miss the bars. Same with CL Smooth

 

[born2bewired]

everyone always gives triumph to deck and rightfully so but i always loved meth's verse the most.