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I'm diggin this Meth's verse on "IS IT ME" off his new joint.
My, flow's, no holds barred, Holy Jihad
It's the head nigga in charge, Meth, back on the yard,
Like back in the days, back when, the game was hard
And when they reminiscenced over Wu, my God
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Until these rap niggaz stepped up, checked up, man this game is messed up
Next up, you know what it is, don't get it f'd up
Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up
And I don't mean to beat you in the head, but (head, but)
When you spit that, forget that, I eat these niggaz food
And the shit wrapped, where Cliff at? Tell 'em Mr. Meth got his shit back
The gift back, sign, sealed, delivered and gift wrapped
And when you hear that click-clack (click-clack)
That's real talk, some niggaz will talk to the cops
Get killed off, man how did you get caught with all the rocks
And still walk, no matter what you mix with a pig
You still pork, and money is still forced (still forced)
Yeah, that was right on cue, new and improved
All these dudes try'nna walk in my shoes, doing my moves
But that's cool, cause I'ma make it do what it do
With this W, like I can I get a "suu" mother******s?
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"Hell is full of musical amateurs; music is the brandy of the damned."
~ George Bernard Shaw
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