Method Man + Ghostface Freestyle (Remix)

[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!