Method Man & Black Thought Sway In The Morning Freestyle

[Verse 1: Method Man]

I'm a hundred miles and still running

This funky drum got a hunnid rounds and still gunning

I'm still dumping one in ya' pumpkin, I feel nuthin'

The same smoke with a different stroke, you Phil Drummond

I feel stunning on Matt Damon, it's real stuntin'

I'm good wit' Will at the Goodwill, Good Will Huntin'

I found that rappers ain't proactive, I'm still bumpin'

Larceny in my arm, B, I steal somethin'

Or I, might poker face, you still bluffin'

Cousin, call ya' auntie up, the deal comin'

House of Cards, they see I'm trying to build somethin'

They bearing arms, but this arm can steal from 'em

Chill youngin', it's Meth Thuggin' and Ill-Will

And any problem I can't solve, then Ill will

Yaktown and Killa Hill, that's Killville

Five point palm and your heart gone, it's Kill Bill

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Shit was all good just a week ago,  or was it?

They say the money is time and the reaper know the budget

Well, if the limit's the sky, and we can go above it

The hood metabolism high, heat ain't good for nuthin'

We was out of hope and hustlin'

Cooking somethin' down to a reduction

What's your object of desire? Your topic of discussion

When you agile on your legs

The coastline cradle your ivory castle on the edge

Like a tassle on a fez, listen

Light of day, never see the eyes of the children

With aerosol, we spray to tattoo the face of the building

Night after night, transcend color like a chameleon

Black and white divided the soldier from the civilian

The first cut is the deepest

The worst part is repeated

We play make it and take it

We said, "Finally, keep it"

For building another Egypt, revealing another secret

We eating, making a killing, spilling the blood of Jesus

My conscience was immaculate, before the packages

Now we the advocates for every sort of sacrilege

The higher ground watered down 'til the fire drown

Where a precious life is lost, you and I are found

The message over when you learn

Beef ain't over for carrying ashes in an urn

Y'ahm sayin', yo, that's diminishing returns

Check it out, Method Man back to burn

[Verse 3: Method Man]

You seen Casino? Well, we live by that creedo

A lot of chicken and ski-hoes just to massage the ego

If I'm trippin', it's Cee-lo

What you sniffing is Primo

About a quarter kilo will increase your woman libido

And, you know how we go

Whip it like Devo

Lockdown The Strip and then break the key in the keyhole

Not by the peep tho, people this ain't peep show

This here'll knock at the do' with a gun on the peekhole, ha ha

LMAO, I ain't tell 'em I'm cold

'Til they nose is runnin' like I'm out here sellin' 'em snow

Let me hold somethin'

Youngin', you can tell or be told

Honey told you she sell a bit, not meaning celibate, no

Is it that y'all don't live it?

Y'all tweet back, c'mon admit it

Your feed is hungry for feedback, c'mon and get it

Buy a skillet, she ain't your woman if I hit it

Your seeds be calling me Uncle Meth when I visit it

[Verse 4: Black Thought]

Black Johann Sebastian, the Zohan of fashion

Your kind ain't really showing no signs of gasping

Go find a caption to explain the neutron and proton attraction

And drop, tell 'em call it Captain Rock

I started at the bottom, now I'm lonely at the top

I ain't hardly finished climbing, no, I'm only at the top

I figured I should probably show 'em show 'em what I got

So, something nasty skirted off the lot

It's darker than a kettle iron, blacker than a pot

I am all day composing classics like Vivaldi

Graffiti on the walls of that hallow hallway

The urban legend go from Uruguay to Norway

The gourmet that leave 'em rapping on Heaven's doorway

The hood fellow with the Hermes edge

Number one storyteller what the survey says

Y'all late to rise, I get up as early as eggs

Grind 8 to 5, preaching to the choir, so sanctified

Move muscle from the hate to the gangsta side

Y'all all the way turnt up, but I'm amplified

And two for ten cruising down Lincoln Drive

Take your time, making history 'cause I'm making mine

On a job, I'm truly Renaissance

Dominate the web, television, movies, and beyond

When a leader get to speaking, it's your duty to respond

I'ma leave these niggas leaking like I'm Julian Assange

Press rewind, never contest a don

I'm coming from the southside like the Mexican cartel

Coming to flame things

Me and Meth, the legendary Roots crew Tang

[Verse 5: Method Man]

I'm sipping OJ in a Bronco, next to this Henny bottle

Skinny model, she clearly sniffing that Benny Blanco

Mami te llamo, no sigaba sigar hablando

Siga mamando

This ain't the convo for mi hermano

Let's get it pronto, half my borough Siciliano

I spits bananas since no one managed to kill Bonanno

Got bad grammar, but y'all don't quote me, I keep it bama

Like Thor, and I get lowkey, so keep a hammer

And you can't touch this

'Bout my chicken, you barely cutlets

These rappers is barely cutting the mustard – ah

I'm so disgusted, so disgusted, I can't discuss it

If Metro Boomin can't even trust it, don't even touch it

Won't be a puppet, you bring me drama, I Bring da Ruckus

To be specific, want real to kick it? I'll bring the buckets

I be the roughest, rootin' tootin-est slang shootin'

No plan for losing, man, I'm just planning a Clan reunion