For the detractors, my guess is their main exposure for MK is Forever b/c that's where he was figuring out his new internal rhyme scheme style and, although his lyrics were always sharp, that's when his flow was weakest. Soon after, though, he mastered (ha) that style and the flow came back into focus with it. He's been consistently ill on the mic since.
Sometimes I'm liable to spazz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinking you shot
Screaming like a bytch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down
'Nough ammunitions of rounds across the chest
Intriguing to the ear but bitter to the heart
as I begin to take part in the art of dart throwing
Starring the Wu-Tang swordsmen
Raindrops fall, the block remains hot
Steam rises from the streets which forms the clouds
That I move through, renew my stainless sword style
Allah has spoken, the golden code of silence has been broken
Mic terrorist, shrewd, rude, wickedness improves
but as I ascend and expand;
extend- I save men
Fall from grace tryna trace the origin
But there is no beginning or end to the lifeline
Sunz of Man forever shine through the mic line
Activation, mind starts sparkin'
Constant elevation, sky walkin'
David Thompson, my Wu nikkaz stompin'
Down the boulevard, shakin' yo ass
You better watch yo self,
I'm type slick With a nice size --- lemme see you work it
She wanna suck it in public
Ol' Dirty b*stard can use it on the visitings,
you wit it?
Then holla like wheels on appeal, don't squeal
Just keep it on the 'lils, for the Masta Kill
Just givin' you somethin' that y'all can feel
I see you in the hood, then ya fam from Tilden
Slid through the back of the buildin', heat concealed in
Stair to your place, Rae bomb the elevator,
an Incarcerated Scarface, here, taste
The lace from the dominant race to the bass in ya face like paste, baby doll
Yes, yes yall