Freestyle Friday: Joe Budden vs. Method Man

by Kevin on August 14, 2009

Joe Budden vs. Method Man

This is a brand new segment we’re gonna try out here on KevinNottingham.com… Freestyle Friday. Somebody (I forget who they are) came to me months ago with this idea and it took me a while to warm up to it and put it into motion. The idea came back into my head when I got an email from an emcee who said we were too producer-oriented on the site. They wanted a contest for the emcees. We’ll this isn’t exactly a contest, but more of a game. And it’s not just for emcees, but for all hip hop heads.

Here’s how it’ll work: Each Friday we’ll put two emcees up against each other. This week, we have chosen Joe Budden and Method Man (for obvious reasons). You all will get to battle each other using lyrics from either Joe Budden or Method Man. Pay attention to the comments as the idea is to go back and forth (Joe, Meth, Joe, Meth…etc). We’re gonna start this one off for you with a verse from Method Man. So the first comment in this post should be an attack verse from Joe Budden, then someone else will respond with a verse by Meth. I hope this makes sense… lol. The idea is to have verses go back and forth as if the two emcees were battling, but the verse doesn’t have to be one that was originally meant for the other.

Hit the jump to get in on the battle… this is an idea in progress. I’m thinking at the end of the day, we’ll announce a winner of some sort for whoever came with the hardest, dopest lyric. If anyone has any questions or suggestions about this new feature, please leave it in the C-Box and NOT in this post.

“I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental’s based on instrumental
records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I’m not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it”

(c) Method Man – “Bring The Pain”

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http://TTG@TEEBEEROW.COM SEKOU AKA FRSH

WE HAVE A WINNER!!!
http://mexican-taint.blogspot.com taint

this is my first time on the site and my first post I’m reading. damn this is a really good idea whoever came up with it props to you. coming from The Mexican Taint

here’s Mef from Extortion from Mobb Deep Hell On Earth:

I blaze yo britches, P.L.O. extortion, you forcin
The hand that rocks the cradle, caution before you enter
This Shaolin representer, carry thirty-six deadly shits
You fuckin with, top contenders
Official to the bone gristle
It don’t matter if you bust rhymes or bust pistols
Remember me, burn a nigga to a third degree
Don’t act familiar motherfuckers you ain’t heard of me
Just peep the stee and the rap how it’s supposed to be
Tap the pockets bag the goods like a grocery, we food-shoppin
On top of that we hip-hoppin, and don’t stoppin
Out-of-state drawers-droppin, the panty-raiders
Slide on ya like gators, umped that stank bitch back out
and then played her, but that ain’t nothin
Crossin this dog walkin, native New York and
Shaolin slang talkin, rap nigga
Mr. Freeze crowd shiver
What? Young, black, and don’t give a fuck
If the next crew get the scissor…
http://kevinnottingham.com Kevin

DAAAAAMMMMNNNN….. nice one taint. Now let’s see if someone got a Budden verse that can top that!
http://teacherofhiphop.blogspot.com c-dub the golden gun

from Pusha Man –

Uhh.. it’s killin me soft, jokers is actin like they really the boss
With a Milli Vanilli award cause they really a fraud
Milli’s applaud if you ain’t really my dawg
I crack Phillies with broads but now I’m sober they don’t feel me no more
And G.P.s and V.I.P.s
I be O-T in D.C. with O-Zs so my time’s up like O.C.
Uhh, when I hustle they thought that I went soft
Cause y’all jerked them for the price, I took twenty percent off
I don’t drive I like shotguns, never pulled L’s
I like shotguns, hate .22′s I like shotguns
Non-descrip’s talkin bout they got guns
Like tecs 4-5s and shotguns, really they never shot guns
Go ‘head act like a gangsta claim to clap like a gangsta
Saw Goodfellas, now he rap like a gangsta
Hate me or love me, dap me or slug me
Scream FUCK ME but when things get ugly I get gully
Paco

Method man – Release yo delf

My God, somebody said it’s on, if it isn’t I’ll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for the headpiece you can’t cope
For my brother, I bring it to the Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from Big Isle
No Stat, my peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit’s gettin deep in here, I mean thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
It’s about to hit the fan, hit the flo’
That’s all I can stands, and I can’t stands no mo’
What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
Cause they got the finga on the trigga of a pistol
They don’t know I’m wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Then I add a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don’t want the hassle
Then we try to overthrow the castle
Better yet the tent when I’m comin to your town
Black man, the rental, God, the pistol
YAH! If you don’t want a burn from GLOCK
Then beware, I buck shots, we move up, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it’s being made by hoes
http://emeph.com Perx79

Here I am, I’ll be damned if this ain’t some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
It’s the low killer death trap, yes I’m a jet black ninja
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stop bitchin, button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Hey, I’ll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it can’t happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin
Yo I’m from Shaolin, Island, and ain’t afraid to bust somethin
So what cha want nigga, ya punk nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It’s real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door
http://emeph.com Perx79

That last post was from Meth off of Biggie’s “The What”….just in case yall aint know
Pacman

Look I can give a fuck about opinions, like ‘em or love ‘em
I never change up, if you don’t like ‘em then fuck ‘em
Cause I was brought up sayin’ sticks and stones
Only let you know about whoever’s doin’ the throwin’
Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though
I done fired a few shots and got plenty of gold
Nah, if it ain’t love, let’s begin to be foes
Cause now my minds kind of off, I’m like Emily Rose
When I seen my first man get murdered
I took a little strike from the game like a Transit worker
Won’t keep pushin’ cats to get paid
And be a grown ass man with no acalade’s
And know the truth hurts I can’t fabricate
So nothings made up, just the facts I say
My son ’bout to have a brother
It’s a different father, same mother, if it ain’t one thing it’s another
Sometimes this rap thing seems so easy
Til you home lookin’ at that TV
Pissed you havin’ a fit, changin’ it FUCK MTV
Cause you starin’ at them, thinkin’ that should BE ME
The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, ’bout to leave
The folks thought we’d never ever split
Try to work through it all that we done for eachother
Both talented but one is too dumb for the other
Let it go to its boiling point
Til it felt like one long episode of Boiling Points
But all I gots this mic and this booth while I’m in it
I figure might aswell tell the truth while I’m in it
Latifa said enjoy my youth while I’m in it
I told her I do but the proofs still tinted
I’m like an old man when no friends or family
Tryin’ to cleanse whatever’s left of his ‘sanity
It’s no happy dude here
I’m mad at the world while I’m wishing y’all Happy New Year
It’s only fair somebody had one
New Year’s for me always be like my last one
New year, same girl, she the same soldier
Think it’s all good, probably cause I told her
But I got some resentment, shit that I ain’t over
I don’t trust baby girl far as I can throw her
Rightfully or wrongly she’s gettin’ quick sized
I’m on the horn askin’ chicks for their tit-size
Face smilin’ and there’s tears in the kid’s eyes
Hidin’ it from hoes, by talkin’ about my dick size
In the hood with the best of ‘em
I’m still hood, just not hood like the rest of ‘em
Where’s the answer
Don’t ask for a cig’, I’m so self-centered I won’t even share this cancer
Look to the sky
Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered
This shit gets hard with every pull from this cig’ or cigar
More like what every lick from the gutiar
GOD!
http://myspace.com/shitonkatz neshawn beard strong

mouse on young niggaz…

Yo, aiyyo
My first time locked up, I was a child
Met up with mad niggaz I ain’t seen in a while
And it wasn’t bad bein locked in with them
But couldn’t fathom lockin in at 10
Like fuck readin a book, sat on my bunk, mad time to get my thoughts straight
One month, one shower, still without a court date
Just bags of nicotine, rollin paper
Did pull ups, push ups, how the fuck’d I get here?
War stories, you hear a lot of shit here
Great place to visit, but naw don’t wanna live here
Naw gotta get my mind in a new place
Grimey ass niggaz stealin my socks and toothpaste
Can’t ever remember feelin such neglect
But snakes get snaked , what the fuck’d I expect?
I thought if anything I had earned niggaz respect
But niggaz hung up soon as they heard “Collect”
Had my mag with the tits out
O.G.s’ said to me the streets don’t love you, they’ll be there when you get out
Bunch of the same people, stealin the same space
A few of ‘em’ll die, a few will take your place
I prayed to God that I never catch another case
Cause CO’s just treat us like we rats in a maze
You wonder why Joey always hype and smilin (why?)
I was this close to Rikers Island
Was bein on Rikers, wilin (wilin)
I’ve been through way worse shit than havin a few gripes about my album (c’mon)
http://kevinnottingham.com Sean Deez

this is proving to be quite educational..
http://kevinnottingham.com Justin
Lil Ish

wow Justin.
Nice Lyrics. lmao
DJC

I already see the problem with this weeks contest…..

everybody likes meth better than mouse >.<
Marty McFly

Mouse!!!
i’m a 1 of 1 i promise there ain’t another nigga built in my pedegree
rappers ain’t a threat to me
take my words how you want ‘em
it’s the easiest extortion you gon ever see
just worship, mission won’t get the verdict
say mouse you fucking wit niggas you know will get murdered
started in my youth i blame street fighter 2
back when winning wasn’t enough nigga had to get a perfect
grose to me 0 is what they gross to me
no wratchet on ‘em, i’m protected by roserys
i don’t pay mind to the vets an what they throw at me
i ain’t hear a word they say it’s def poetry
call LA reid, craig calman
rifkin, sylvia, E1 and get alan
alert the geek squad and call the goons
all the bullshit in the game only thing they wanna kill is fucking autotune
but before you gun it down
they only say hip hop is dead because the dope shit is underground
radio, shotty to his wig
an tell fab i can’t put it in the bag cause the body too big
some haters out there wanna snatch me up
working with half their head got a cassy cut
weirdest scene they don’t look my way
i mirror dreams they can’t open, rents my pair of jeans
streets i don’t be aroun d those knarks
bloggers keep typing as if they could download heart
lets begin with common sense don’t make it sound so sharp
nigga if you see a fin you around those sharks
this a funeral, tell fans cry for the beat
tired of hearing how ya’ll hide with the heat
every verse lame bout his great aim and how he sniper the street
but everytime he takes a piss ends up wiping the seat.. pause
i make sure no woman no kids in sight
phone call make his address demolition site
yes men do whatever your battery say
a dream can’t turn makeup my anatomy’s great
nigga tell me who keep it hotter for jerz
ya’ll picked the wrong group to bother with words
i think niggas got alot of nerve
it’s magic you skip i’m ya man my spots reserved your spots a reserve
niggas is scared of the truth
look in my eyes you stare at the truth
they doing interludes in eany interview
talking about how they prepared to shoot
how thoughtful, wont resort to getting near a booth
thought so what i do to thems unlawful
boss dude aint got a higher up to resort to
just giving yourself a bad name
yakety-yak them threats in fact its that lame
if you cant tell that acts arranged
think im wearing a bulls-eye, and just all them cats got bad aim
i’ll explain,im past real, niggas is past phony
avoid the personal and physical attacks on me
i remain cool, relaxed homie,
brand new, i aint got a scratch on me
so whats your squad gon do?
Lay a hand on me, ill lay a hollow on you
chain snatch, tap his pockets take his wallet go through
every club in new york and pop bottles on you
better tell em what relucatnce is,
im controlled by uncontrolled substances
truth be told i show em what substance is
i know im nice, so when i boast im just rubbin it in
got beat up ignored in school
signed a deal niggas thought you was cool
only take one quarter to slaughter your crew
if they resumes got deaded today they’d call you a fool
got all them years rapping, nothing else happening
you need a new day to day, old heads in the game with no other way to get paid
they gasping, time-out go take a break from the clay and grab a gatorade
bad contract, team can’t make a trade
majors fuckin’ you in the ass, you gonna stay a slave
5’9″ in my ear sayin’ “hey, behave!”
but shit is fucked up and i blame it on the way it was paved
i’ll chill for the sake of your age
you’re great live, but let me know when that stage get appraised
all in, raisin’ the stakes,
swear you and your label should pray and thank god i was placed in this decade by mistake
i don’t belong here, dad fucked mom in the wrong year
wrong nigga amongst fans with wrong ears
wrong trends with funny sounds every sounds weird
wrong fashion it’s like every nigga gone queer
DJC

Oh heres the verse that kills mouse regardless

Fuck you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with German (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don’t touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket — blow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan’s three deep felons
Niggas best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who wanna test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfucking mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that’s that ass
Your vital statistics are low and falling fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast

Meth – Got your mind made up (2pac track)
Marty McFly

i’ll explain,im past real, niggas is past phony
avoid the personal and physical attacks on me
i remain cool, relaxed homie,
brand new, i aint got a scratch on me
so whats your squad gon do?
Lay a hand on me, ill lay a hollow on you
chain snatch, tap his pockets take his wallet go through
every club in new york and pop bottles on you
better tell em what relucatnce is,
im controlled by uncontrolled substances
truth be told i show em what substance is
i know im nice, so when i boast im just rubbin it in
got beat up ignored in school
signed a deal niggas thought you was cool
only take one quarter to slaughter your crew
if they resumes got deaded today they’d call you a fool
got all them years rapping, nothing else happening
you need a new day to day, old heads in the game with no other way to get paid
they gasping, time-out go take a break from the clay and grab a gatorade
bad contract, team can’t make a trade
majors fuckin’ you in the ass, you gonna stay a slave
5′9″ in my ear sayin’ “hey, behave!”
but shit is fucked up and i blame it on the way it was paved
i’ll chill for the sake of your age
you’re great live, but let me know when that stage get appraised
all in, raisin’ the stakes,
swear you and your label should pray and thank god i was placed in this decade by mistake
i don’t belong here, dad fucked mom in the wrong year
wrong nigga amongst fans with wrong ears
wrong trends with funny sounds every sounds weird
wrong fashion it’s like every nigga gone queer
Marty McFly

I was waiting for a round from a meth fan but I got Ish to do…. so here take this (pause) and I’m out

Kevin, I didnt mean to break up the “flow of things” by posting Back to back Joey verses. Forgive me

They say he a bastard for real
Then they see the ass on his girl
So they wonderin’, why he so mad at the world
I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer it’s hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it’s in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bish’s rendish
Endless, move more then 2 inches
My blood’ll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this, or see me manana
Or see the speed of a llama
Underground prima donna
That ain’t hard to find popppin’ E in a Honda
With hands like E. Honda, he a monster
I love war it’s like my pet peeve kinda
But for us to even beef you should be honored
My dick gettin hard, I see vagina, PAUSE
Nah, rewind each line each time
Speak mind and meet 9, mano e mano
When it rains it pours grab a teflon poncho
You now fuckin’ with Mouse, the head honcho
Nigga I could fit your house in my condo
I walk around like ratchets been legalized
Just me and the desert eagle, and the eagle eye
Closed casket, now you having a box, wait
Zipper over your head, dude’s calling you crotch face
So ya’ll could bump swag like us
But the next time rap’s discussed
Add this as a plus
Don’t nobody hit the pad like us
And would get up in that ass
But the fags might bust
And since poppin’ tags is a must
I hit the bank and all I do is withdrawl
Chicks removing they drawls
Now your crew is in awe
How you ball?
Your jewels from a cubicle in the mall
You gon’ need another processor,
To process it, I’ll set it
I said it!
So keep running around hot headed
Till you get hot leaded
Till everything but your torso on you is prosthetic
Digest it, niggas is pie-thetic
Rap what you can’t afford, ya’ll must got credit
All you gotta know is Crooked I, Royce, Bless & Joell
With Joe spell, NO L!
http://www.myspace.com/jfizzthenomads J Fizz

fuck joe budden
http://kevinnottingham.com Kevin

Damn, it’s like that?
Marty McFly

—————————————————————————————————————-
J Fizz August 14, 2009 at 7:12 pm

fuck joe budden
—————————————————————————————————————-
J Fizz, your comment holds no weight because you didnt post any lyrics. sorry bra!
JLH

Method Man Verse”Yolanda’s House”

Now let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on?
Should’ve knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong
Bustin’ in here on the government shit
Got this chick screamin’ grabbin the sheets tryin’ to cover her tits
She’s asthmatic and you laughin’ son
I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin’ tryin’ to grab the gun
Shit’s real man, you spazzin’ dun
There comes a time in a man’s life, he gotta toss his pack and run
You know we family like Crack and Pun
But Mr. GFK, state your business after that be one
Now can it be that you hot lord?
You did some shit on the block that the cops tryin to lock you for?
Can’t believe you blowin’ the spot lord
My chick is buggin’, she trippin’
My dick keep slippin’ out my boxer drawers
Now I’m caught up in the drug sting
Niggas is callin’ my horn, police is hittin’ every corner we on
Can’t understand it, it’s a thug thing
And in the moment of thought, I’m interrupted by Shallah Raekwon
Lil Ish

Meth’s verse from M.E.T.H.O.D. Man

“Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don’t know me and you don’t know my style
Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Don’t eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, cuz I’m not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I dont eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit that’s the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buckwu-wu-wild
I’m about to blow light me up
Upside downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle there’s no doubt
I am, the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this aint your average flow
Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry’s in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What’s the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
It’s the Method Man ain’t no if ands about it
It’s the Method”
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

Joe Budden
“All of Me”

Look, they say tomorrow’s not promised, but if it was I wouldn’t get open
Wouldn’t get suits them shits was made to be broken
‘Member comin up dudes talkin bout hoes, boastin
I was just a Juvenile movin in Slow Motion
I dropped outta school to be a dude with mad jewelry
Once I got it shit wasn’t even cool to me
I dreamt of condos and video vixens
Until I learned most girls in videos is pidgeons
I just wanted the world to see that I was for real wit it
Wanted a deal, I got it and couldn’t deal wit it
I want me and my old homeboys to still kick it
I wish they saw me as Mouse and not a meal ticket
Let the beat play
I wish I could see a day wit no he say, she say, just wanna see Trey
Wanna play the hood and not fuck with the toasters
Middle child, wish me and my brother was closer
I wanna scream at her, catch myself before I start to
And then remember it takes two people to argue
All she do is provoke me
All I do is diss her
All I did was shake her
She say that I hit her
She just takin everything I say out of context
I’m tryin not to black, I’m like a nigga wit a complex
Was mad as a FUCK, didn’t even show it
Yesterday was better off, didn’t even know it
Complete role reversal so it’s usless these days
TV got real, music went fake
Please help her for God’s sake
When I proposed to the game I figured life was merry
5 years later I’m feelin like Tyler Perry
Maybe I’m exhausted, maybe I just lost it
Maybe I should pick up a pen and try ‘n force it
Same old story, guts and no glory
They tryna low ball me, do him like Joe Torre
I reintroduced myself to the world, I’M JERZ
I’m a artist, I paint pictures, I don’t rhyme words
More than a rapper I pay attention to detail
But how I do in retail tells me if I prevail
Leadin all the way see these trials and tribulations
Foul situations with some mild stipulations
I feel like being a addict cuz it hurts
But somethin ’bout dude makes bad shit worse
Look, its three types of niggas in this world ya know
So you either gon’ make shit happen OR
Watch shit happen OR
Not know what happened
So i couldn’t just sit there like ‘FUCK rappin’
Its dudes with problems I couldn’t imagine havin
If I had to have ‘em I couldn’t fathom me lastin, like
I used to bump into Tammy in the club
Few of them, she even helped a nigga get in
See a person long enough you know you bound to get fly wit em
Care for em, be more than high and by wit em
Its been a while, I can’t front like I ain’t phased
She was my reality check, cuz we the same age
I mean she put on a show that you CAN’T stage
She made the shit sound effortless
I was damn near in tears checkin my messages
I got goosebumps all over my skin
She said “Mouse I highly doubt that I’ll ever see you again
Hope everything is well kid
You see I’m just findin out I have a brain tumor but I never felt it
The doctor’s givin me three weeks to live
Not three weeks til I die, thats three weeks to give
I just wanna tell you that I love you and I care
I wish you all the best throughout the rest of your career”…
And then she broke into tears
I pressed 7, took the phone from my ears
Sometimes the simplest of things people need it
But I ain’t call back in fear of being speechless
What was I to put her at ease wit?
I picked a real bad time to be stradegic
I think my lifes bad, pickin up the pieces
Some folk already got they appointment to see Jesus
In this world full of diseases
I’ve learned not to bite my tongue or have siezures
Depression tells me I suck
So I reply “I ain’t here cuz I fell down, i’m here cuz I got up”
Shit came outta nowhere, was real random
According to him, I’m responsible for Jerz too
“I never helped niggas?” How the FUCK you think they heard you?
Muhfucka’s got a lot of nerve duke
I was the nigga believed in you spittin
Had to con the industry just so they would listen
But go ‘head, you just gon’ wreck yourself
How was you protectin me, you can’t protect yourself
Keep the lies to a minimal, just read your interview
And can’t help but ask what’s gotten into dude
Media training but he don’t know how that go
It help you come across not soundin like an ASSHOLE
In my past though been to jail, I ain’t enjoy it
So why would I stand behind the mic and exploit it?
I ain’t ig’nant, just because I exercise spiritually
They try to ignore how I exercise lyrically
I thought I had a great job
Back when niggas loved the culture, wasn’t in it for the money like a A-Rod
Even when I’m spittin bout current events
Its a sublime sayin ‘Who’s more current than him?’
So I’m wonderin, if a higher power tryna underman
When you shoot for the stars, sometimes you gonna jam
I ain’t been to Summer Jam
I learned from Lupe: when you Dumb It Down its just harder to understand
2008, foes is still near me
So you can think I’m tight as FUCK, I’m still weary
The Geto Boys say its all in the mind
Certain wounds only heal over time
No shame in my game
No pain no gain
And since I ain’t see a +prophet+ I figured God would stop it
Waitin on a alley, niggas just won’t lob it
Still a risk taker lemme put it in words:
Can’t steal second base and keep your foot on first
Been about 10 years since I was high off the angel
Now I’m walkin side by side with an angel
In front of my eyes that prize keep gettin dangled
But can’t grab at it, my pride is being strangled
Workin shorty’s nerves like a personal trainer
But its me, its personal, it ain’t her
Friends keep tellin me “leave her,” I won’t
Cuz she sees somethin in me that I DON’T
And I see somethin in her that ya’ll won’t
If u never been in love don’t tell me I’m wrong
See I preach gratitude, she keeps an attitude
Argue long enough and that shit becomes laughable
My norm now since my heart is so natural
Wish I could dwell into all them niggas after you
So not compatible, that we compatible
Its nothin else in this worl that we would rather do
Anybody out there relate to my pain?
Turn the music up let me know that I’m sane
We broke up, bitches was starin’ at my chain
Dude was fuckin you but starin’ at my name
But we ain’t gotta entertain all that
Back like we never left, we overcame all that
FUCK who made better tacos or who ass fatter
Its different now, right now, none of that matters
Keep bringin it up its gon’ backlash us
Why am I meetin’ so many backstabbers?
Why whenever I’m bout to crash I go faster?
Past is a disaster
When your house is see through, learn to close your eyes incase the
glass shatters
Just sayin, its always a million more pages when my stupid ass keep
thinkin I’m on the last chapter
No tit for tat, I ain’t equipped for that
That and New York, chit chat with a Midget Mack
Cuz I get older….(trails off)
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

Method Man from Raekwon’s “Wu-Gambinos”

Scriptures hit the body like sawed off shotties
Like my hair notty and my nosepiece snotty
Fuck a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn like the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain’t nuttin fraudulent here, we pioneer
Commandeer a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you lost it
Information leakin out your faucets, hmmmmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the ground
There’s a new sheriff in town holdin it down
It’s the two holster, shit shot smoker
Wanted dead or alive, bounty on the poster
Wild in the West, a student of my culture
And life is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues
And the last one is death, back to the essence
With that shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now peep Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, Criminology pays
The last times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

Joe Budden from Royce Da 5’9″‘s “Warriors” (2nd verse)

This rap shit is a workout on my legs (why?)
A nigga goin hard on his bike but two million dudes is jumpin on the pegs
They know when that raw shit get recorded
Either let your speakers enforce it or lay down in a moshpit
Of course it’s the bosses, actin like officers
Runnin in these corporate offices
Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is
Like the world’s lawless so we don’t know what remorse is
Cause the V need like a thousand horses
Slaughterhouse hoodie on, that’s my new couture shit
It’s Jumpoff! He be the best
Computers rank me number 1, blame the BCS
It’s they fault nigga
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

Method Man and Redman – “I’m Dope Nigga” (1st verse)

I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels & dimes
I might cop a little shine, favorite pistol, a nine
I can’t deal with fickle minds cuz I’m too official with mine
Put your nose in my notebook and go and sniff you a line
I’m dope, nigga, I’m heroin in it’s prime
While the game is on it’s decline, bitches on my define
I fine rhyme and easy, but I ain’t easy to find
Number one on my to do list, please believe me, it’s crime
Ain’t with the tom foolery, Meth, if you don’t know that
I’mma bet on what to do with me, yet, go ‘head and Google me
Your boy flow fluently, yes, still got that Wu in me
Screw it, let me do it to death, minus the eulogy
Ah-hah, I’m ahead of the game, ahead of these lames
I’m a head case, the head nurse is getting better with brain
Let me network, the rest of you niggas stay in your lane
Know your network, now back to the script, like I was saying
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

Joe Budden – “Who” (Part 1)

Can anybody pinpoint the day it went wrong
I mean I used to blame Reggaeton
I can’t front
I thought all that was corny
Was it Ja’s fault
Lil Mo said she ain’t get paid
For Put it on Me
Look, bring it up
And dudes get on some coy shit
Was it T-Pain with that funny voice shit
Or was it Lil Wayne with that funny voice shit
The whole game dickrode that funny voice shit
I can’t tell when it happened
Was it when Lil John showed dudes
You could sell without rappin’
Was it Laffy Taffy
I thought they was kiddin’
Shawty Lo said Dey Know
I really didn’t
Dancin’ became cool again
Then came Walk it Out
But I ain’t know
What the fuck niggas was talkin’ ’bout
Unit kicked Game out, they ain’t give a fuck
Then we seen the same shit happen to Buck
It was a few years ago but
I remember the summer
50 made fans start looking at the numbers
A&R’s won’t take risks, they won’t sign niggas
The word swag came out started to blind niggas
Rap dudes want reality shows
And my dumb ass was thinking that reality sold
Did it start with the iPod
Or when rappers had to
Pay deejays for them to do they job
I mean all the content is the same
It won’t differ
Everybody sold some drugs or pulled triggers
The more you think about it
You gone just get sicker
And why the fuck would Nas wanna call his shit Nigger
Nigga
Was it when the Wu broke up
Pac, Big Pun went to sleep never woke up
Lupe was doing a tribute and choked up
Some of these stupid ass fans were like so what
Some of them they ain’t educated
And fuck blaming the South we ain’t segregated
I mean it was all good around the ‘Kiss and Beans shit
Took a left turn around the ‘Kiss and Green shit
Maybe it all started when Roc-A-Fella parted ways
Is it natural to shift toward fame
I watched every last one of dudes shit on Dame
Kinda got that in common
I could dig that pain
When they gave Jay a desk and suit
They finally gave a rapper a chance to come execute
But somethin’ told me the suits at the tables was hurtin’
They fired everybody and labels started mergin’
As far as sales the decline is strong
Ask the experts
They’ll say that the climates wrong
I mean some niggas primes is gone
I peeped it when niggas start puttin’ fake diamonds on
You can tell a dude I spit better than you
But then he’ll say
I’m richer for whatever I do
I seen all this comin’
I knew what we was in for
Back when Erick Sermon had jumped out of the window
Was it when Mase retired
Couldn’t hack it
Tip could
He just needed some more ratchets
Deejays producers, ones that get us the farthest
Said fuck rappers
And they became the artists
I gotta talk candid
Did we start havin’ issues
Around the same time Jimmy and Cam did
Was it when Chingy thought he ain’t need Ludacris
His next album found out that that was ludicrous
Papoose and Clipse both survived
Inkin’ with Jive then getting jived
The man J-Hood repped that D-Block gang
Then I seen dude dragging his D-Block chain
Or did one-hit wonders change it all along
They made labels only wanna sign a dude’s song
And you really don’t know shit
If you think the fans pick the videos on 106
I’m just statin’ the truth
Did it start when Fox stayed in the news
More than she did the booth
Or was it when Lil Kim stopped exploitin’ sex
And fuck is up with DMX, I hope dude straight
Have an opinion
And they gone say you hate
I can’t front
I’m missing the old Clue tapes
And underground sunk further
The feds was on Irv
So The Inc dropped Murder
I never blamed Fab, Jeezy, Rick Ross
Did shit get lost when Shyne went up north
I’ll never understand the Hip Hop police
When Hip Hop is what Hip Hop needs to police
These blatant ass radio attempts sound so bland
Twista kept trying to recreate Slow Jamz
Did we send the wrong message with our slang
‘Cause broke niggas blowin’ they rent to make it rain
So you walk in give a bitch a few twenties
And she’ll smirk her face up
Lookin at you funny
This chick told me she only take new money
…Man I snatched my shit back so fast
Or did it start when rappers said fuck it
Sacrificed the music and started rapin they budget
Nothin’ wrong with dudes being candy or pop
Something was wrong when Ja did the Candy Shop
We buying our own records baby no ones to blame
Are we a business
That we can’t afford to maintain
The second week show that boy’s numbers ain’t hot
I hate to break it to you
Numbers always lie
Or when Ortiz signed to Aftermath
And now he’s feelin’ the aftermath
Was it Fight Klub fuckin’ with them battle raps
But not too many of ‘em getting signed after that
I mean some can’t stay afloat
A million Busta albums
He’s still not mentioned with the GOATs
Fuck lookin for answers
Time will tell
Was it when Def Jam didn’t wanna resign L
A fifteen year old told me ‘Kast was ass
But rather than spazz
All dude could do was laugh
Or was it when the whole East Coast fell off
Or got comfortable
Maybe dudes was too well off
The more niggas said that they ain’t write down lyrics
The more it started to sound like they didn’t
But do whatever you can to keep the lights on
But dumb it down just became the new Dylan
Honestly I ain’t know what to think
A few years ago
We had the young kids wearing pink
I can’t blame the fans for not knowing a damn thing
When we trained ‘em to be this way
I mean showed ‘em whatever to sell with no limits
Since the early nineties
Sold ‘em a false image
So when some shit come that don’t fit the mold
It’s like a mole
Nigga you won’t even do gold
They watch the videos, see you on the corner
With a whole bunch of people
And think that you good
They turn on the TV and see these video bitches
And they think nigga’s girls really look that good
I mean they give so many free verses
When the album drops shit’s more like a bonus
Why pay for it, why take onus
When one click of a mouse and you own it
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

Method Man – “Shaolin What”

I’m the bastard, the total package like Lex Luger
Pull a sting like a yellow jacket, makin manuever
through the slum nigga Iron Lung, ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to my torture chamber, pit and the pendulum
Foul play, T 2000 be “Judgement Day”
Face millenium – hell to pay
My knuckles soft from these Star Wars of Han Solo; southpaw
Ring your bell like it’s Quasimodo – what is the law?
Stay hardcore my Clan logo, move to quik to catch a photo
Jettin on land like Jet Moto
Now we roll up on the conduit
These niggaz actin like they been through it;
as if they heart beat the truest
I +Can’t Lose+ like +Parker Lewis+, set in my ways
Got you corny niggaz askin who is .. Johnny Blaze?
Get a late pass stankin-ass (ha) sucker ass
Now you sufferin like succotash (wha-what-what) while Johnny Cash
makin moves on your moneybag, I’m strip clubbin
Stickin hundreds in yo’ honey ass; my brothers buggin
in the background, holdin me down, watchin these clowns
as they eyeball I pay it no mind – gettin high y’all
Look at the scaffold, the night tall
Rap infected get the Lysol, to disinfect it
You don’t know me or my effin Method
That’s the shit that made me ticked
When I throw the pitch, how many catch it?
Stapleton, the Wild West Park Hill
Port Richmond, Now Borne Jungle Nils
One mo’ gaen – hit me with that SHIT they be smokin
Got Cali niggaz loc’n, New York niggaz open
John Jay phenomenon, the mega-bomb
Transformed into firearm (pow) like Megatron
You get stepped on and shit upon, I’m still calm
knowin brothers wanna do me harm – Shaolin what?

(Shaolin what, huh?) {*breaking glass*}
Y’all niggaz make room for daddy, for real
(Holla if you hear me)
We got love for those that got love for us
(Show your lust; your best bet is to roll with us)
Now go to your room (hang it up)
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

Had to get mine in!
http://www.myspace.com/jfizzthenomads J Fizz

ok your right i wasn’t very articulate

Joe Budden Pump It Up

Fellas – do your thing let me do my thang
I mean – do your thing let me do my thang
Shortys – move that thang, mami move that thang
C’mon – move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers – do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ 2 – pump p p pump pump it up! Damm this dude is a lyrical genius…
http://kevinnottingham.com Kevin

Ok, so… winner?
DJ Premier

Method Man is the winner if you use older lyrics, budden wins if you use recent lyrics.
I think this is a great idea for a feature, i dont however like the length of some of the posts, some people are posting entire songs which isnt cool. My suggestion is to lower the posts to “1″ bar each. back and forth, faster to read, more enjoyable to read and overall i think will create a more organized, loved feture
http://www.iigunzent.com DJTommyIIGunz

@J Fizz that’s the only downfall of Joey you can find? Plus it’s a hook. It’s not supposed to be a mastermind of a lyric. Plus by the way the hook from that song came from another old school Def Jam song.

The hook from Pump It Up Aside, Joey wins IMO. His verses have better wordplay, wittiness, and relevance to issues in life. so I’m goin wit Joe Budden.
Lil Ish

Budden has no wordplay.
Grundz

“The canvas will limit you, you can’t go beyond what there’s no limit too” – Joey…

That is a very intelligent line, and you say theres no wordplay? I’m with Mef but damn yo, be easy..
Lil Ish

Ok maybe that was harsh.
Its not the greatest wordplay.
That is what i meant.
http://www.iigunzent.com DJTommyIIGunz

This is what I mean by the wordplay. He has a way of taking a word and flipping it a million different ways back to back. I like that. plus he does it while being witty at the same time.
for example:

Of course it’s the bosses, actin like officers
Runnin in these corporate offices
Hungry lookin for a four-course dish no matter what the cost is
Like the world’s lawless so we don’t know what remorse is

I take it out on tracks, I R.I.P. it
So even to the producer it’s hard to I.D. it
Bars tremendous, it’s in your best interest
I insist your men just, do your best Bish’s rendish
Endless, move more then 2 inches
My blood’ll boil like I got a big skin cyst
So end this, or see me manana
Or see the speed of a llama
Underground prima donna
That ain’t hard to find popppin’ E in a Honda
With hands like E. Honda, he a monster

don’t pay mind to the vets an what they throw at me
i ain’t hear a word they say it’s def poetry
http://kevinnottingham.com Kevin

@DJ Premier yeah, I agree…. some of these posts were way too long. I think some people misunderstood the intention of this feature. Thought the title says Joe Budden vs. Method Man, I wasn’t looking for Joe or Meth as the “winner”, but more so which commenter dropped the dopest line.

For example, I dug the verse that Taint dropped. If he indeed dropped the best verse that murdered all the others, then I would declare Taint the winner.

The only other problem with this feature that some people didn’t pay attention to was that it was supposed to be a BACK AND FORTH battle… meaning one person would drop a Meth verse, then the next commenter would drop a Budden verse. Not sure how I can moderate that. My dude Thomas went out of control… lol

But if we can get people to stick to those rules, this could be a great feature.
Marty McFly

I am guilty as charged for the long post. It was a freestyle that was ridiculously long.
@ Lil Ish
I wouldnt exactly say that Meth is the wordsmith of all wordsmiths either. Here’s a line from “Method Man” that was just plain horrible.

Here I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Don’t eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, cuz I’m not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I dont eat green eggs and ham

Honestly in your opinion, that was tight???? I mean if it is then hey you got it.

@Kevin- Dope feature, I honestly visit the big music blogs and none of them have a site better than yours. Keep up the good work.
Duble

I like I like!!

I say you make it 4 bars each kev. That would make it doper!!

Joey off of “Tito Santana”

“… Keep a shooter wherever the 4′s be
incase they gotta make a band member strip naked like Aubrey
so… They hate, nay say, but the AK
is across from the Tommy like Shinaynay”

Mef could never see joey bar for bar… Especially when his jump off song was “The Method Man” lol
Folabi

@ Marty McFly

lol i know but i never said Meth had great wordplay. Plus i shouldn’t have posted that verse. Maybe because his flow on that song was dope that i got carried away and thought the lyrics were dope. I know plenty other dope verses by meth. Don’t know what i was thinking.
Lil Ish

^^^^^^
Thats me. lol

Shit i put my real name. lmao
http://myspace.com/cvillainthenomads C-Villain

dude on the real i saw slaughterhouse at rock the bells and joey was the weakest link hands down…

I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missle heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
Before it happen
You know about them fucking Staten
Kids they smashin
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm
Talkin out your assHOLE
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it movin, know just what the fuck I’m doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don’t like it dick up in ya fuck ya

When my mind start to clickin, and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
I don’t give a cotten-pickin FUCK
about a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama baby boy actin like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb, loungin son
Wu brother number one, protect your neck
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin words plus
semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
To the next episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nutsac, and spittin lung-ghies
At a wack nigga dat, don’t understand the fact
When it come to RZA tra-cks I don’t know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down
All and together now
Things are getting good looking better now

I fucked up the 4 lines shit but these 2 verses end any shit joeys ever spit. period.

Meth all day! Bitch Wu TANG!
http://www.iigunzent.com DJTommyIIGunz

@ C-VILLIAN
I understand you’re a wu fan. So am I but let’s just be real. these 48 bars top Meth’s whole catalog. Lyrically

JOE BUDDEN- TALK TO EM

How many Mc’s must get dissed?
How niggas still think they can still fuck with the kid? (OOO)
I guess I moved up in the world, duke is not happy
take it as my success throwing shots at me (Talk 2 Em!)
gotta calm the lions, tame shooters
gotta catch a new body with the same ruger
we don’t spit the same mucas (Naw!)
I’m a boss and you not, shit the even tried to kill Frank Lucas (Talk 2 Em!)
so nigga if I die tomorrow, you ain’t gotta ask why tomorrow
dog I done con the likes of niggas you shouldn’t con with
made bons with niggas you shouldn’t bond with (Talk 2 Em!)
Im sick world in my palm shit re-peated convict
while the dogs trying to con Vick, shit
I guess what im tryin say, is niggas die running like Ryan Shay (Talk 2 Em!)
all the Lean Me niggas, got high hopes call them Dream Team niggas
gin is in my blood is a king gene nigga
I make you appear to be whatever I feel like Green Screen niggas (Talk 2 Em!)
so go and get suped off words, maybe do it for Jerz
maybe dudes disturbed (Talk 2 Em!), maybe dudes no go, maybe dudes bezerked
so when I pull up in a tank maybe you deserve (Me!) (Talk 2 Em!)
I get into dudes character defects, before your deal you was a character reject
humble pie when you see a character regress
fuck ya tape homie, I pass it up, eject (Talk 2 Em!)
time to seperate the real from the lies
the hills have eyes, but when the hill of ya demise
I reveal at the skies in a hot Ferrari
its a new Joe in town and its not Girardi (Talk 2 Em!)
Look, turn pink her face getting her Cam on
In the club man on, freak gettin her jam on
Hands on trying to put her hands on the ice
cause its Saw part 4 dog, big enough to stand on (Talk 2 Em!)
when did rappers start acting this fly
say you top 5, they’ll grab it and ride, but i’m humble
so even though I Am Legend, I can say Will Smith’s the best rapper alive (Talk 2 Em!)
When they tell you, your doing ya thing
they taking your tampon out and pulling the string
How the fuck you a thug when you stay shook nigga?
more like a school boy, a facebook nigga (Talk 2 Em!)
Im just straving this can’t be greed
Im not a drug lord, don’t nobody hand me keys
Gotta drop a few branches off my family tree
raised my sons all wrong, yes i’m Andy Reid it’s me (Talk 2 Em!)
I can’t put the jewels on without no chrome
I can’t rock these Ice Cream’s without the Cold Stone’s
Im so focused, get on some long nose shit
and ill have the goons surround you on some Rose shit (Talk 2 Em!)
the more I get into, streets or instrumentals
bum ass niggas remind me of Mr. Wendal
Me, on the horizen, I’ve been trying to bring pies in
more dudes then Verizon behind them (Talk 2 Em!)
bunch of generals behind me, Im the crew chief
busting off my Ricky Davis, thats the new Heat
Ive come clean about me and its a damn shame
only Religions im into is a brand name (Talk 2 Em!)
Campaign going full thortal like a race
feeling Funkdafied get a bottle to the face
Face, for you times is rough too (WHY?)
cause aint nobody buying ya albums but you (Talk 2 Em!)
from the sounds of everything I hear you lost it
still rap aight, but ya peers exhausted
fuck ya bunch of money, put ya ego to the side
and maybe its time to study ya understudy (Talk 2 Em!)
I mean, are we hustling or are we grown up?
everytime I hear you, you changing ya tone up
when the new generation think about Jordan
all they remember is when Iverson crossed him (Talk 2 Em!)
take off the blazer, lossing up the tie
nigga fell in love and superman died
better learn to cover ya ears when the toys pop
I hate ya last single (pause) Boys Roc
can we hear some new niggas with promise?
the new generation won’t forget you we promise
we’ll always pay homage
but let’s get one thing understood son
every Encore ain’t a good one! (Talk 2 Em!)
http://kevinnottingham.com Thomas

@DJTommyIIGunz

I’m a Budden fan as I am a Wu/Mef fan. I put up both Joe and Meth verses up for this BTW. “Talk To Em’” was Joe Budden whining about his label predicament…..blaming Jay and Def Jam. I thought this was one of his weaker tracks that brought down MM3 compared to “Hiatus,” “Dear Diary,” “Secrets,” etc.

I just say we bump this until the new joint next Friday. Budden fans are gonna say he’s the best ever and Mef fans will stay the same.

“these 48 bars top Meth’s whole catalog. Lyrically”
^^^
Taking your line…you can’t believe what you wrote.

I’m not denying JB skills because he does. I have all of his album (paid for them…when they dropped in CD format) however, he doesn’t have a “The What,” “Wu-Gambinos,” “Shadow Boxing,” “Duck Season,” “Got My Mind Made Up,” or “Evil Streets Remix” in his catalog. Method owned these tracks that he was on. I say that to say this…SH album is very good to me…however truth be told Joe went 3rd or 4th on every track and only had the top verse on maybe 2-3 songs.

“Cut You Loose” and “Cucko” were a few favorites of mine from him. I say this because Meth may be 1 of only 2 people who outshined B.I.G. on a track (who many consider the greatest). Matter of fact Meth (and Redman) stole “Got My Mind Made Up” in 1996 from Pac and the rest of them IMO.

Let say Method Man isn’t in his prime right now (I think that’s been your argument all along….09 JB is better than 09 Method Man). Ok…lets say I agree with that. Lets take Joey and Meth at their prime. Joe Budden 06-09 verse 93-97 Method Man.

Are you telling me that bar from bar (as you say) that JB at his prime is better than Method Man? I’m asking this because you stated “Talk to Em” is better than anything Meth ever spit.

Meth has stole the show on many tracks in his career….who has Budden stole the show from? He didn’t do it on his own album. Joell killed EVERY verse on SH….Joell owned that album…be honest. Joell’s verse on “Warfare” was superior to Joe (it wasn’t a murder tho) Royce was a close second. You said that yourself.

I’ll be up a while. Interested in this answer.
DJ Premier

Im sorry Kev but i feel this feature can never escape the meth vs joey stigma
http://www.iigunzent.com DJTommyIIGunz

lol @ thomas. you know I’m exagerating just like all the wu fans are. but honestly speaking, And I’m a wu fan too, I think that Joe does beat Meth in his prime. But it’s not because Meth wasn’t nice as hell in his prime but because of the time period. Honestly it’s like comparing Jay-Z to Rakim in their respective primes. 2 different eras that cant compete with one another. I mean the creativity of Meth in his prime was amazing. But the lyrical talent of Joe out does him bar for bar. Just my opinion.
And you’re right this discussion could go forever just like the Biggie/Pac convo. lol
But as far as Joe not jumping on tracks with niggas and outshining them…
Joe doesn’t do as many features as Meth so not a big selection to choose from but he murked Wale easy. He’ll forever have problems with Joell. No argument there Joell is just retarded nice. But as far as Royce being better than Joe on warfare I don’t think so. But no argument on Joell having the best verse.

Joe and Crooked kinda did look like the Otis and Blue (Temptations) of the Slaughterhouse album though. lol I mean them niggas got their shine but they were consistent and they were dope. Joell had alot of David Ruffin Moments. Royce kinda reminded me of Paul though. Shine 4 bars then play the background…then kill it on the bridge.
Factor

Hot time, summer in the city
My people represent, get busy
The heat-seeker, on a mission from hell’s kitchen
I gets in where I fits in for head-touchin, listen
Enemy, is the industry got me flippin
I don’t give a fuck tell that bitch and a nigga
I’m killin, snipin, catchin murder cases
Desert Storm-in, I be searchin for oasis
As I run a mile with a racist
Pullin, swords, hit the Billboard with a bullet
Peace to the number seven
Everybody else get the fo’-nine-three-eleven
(Mr. Sandman bring me a good dream)
I don’t know what’s going on
if you can take us there…

Methodman ‘Mr Sandman
az

now u know freestyle – method man

uh ohhh like lumidee
if mef aint that shit by now im soon to b
wen i choke hold mics i dnt give em room to breath
im jus doin me but grl if ur fine ill do u free
by now if u dont no who i be dont make me tell
jus no i kill the mic like that kid from atl
if u fail to plan then baby plan to fail
see my game ugly like that nigga sam guesell
im so funky i cant even stand the smell
come on, lifes a drag, roll that up and inhale
dont get comfy, ill crab yo style like a monthly
even demi need more than ashton kutcher to punk me
my 4 5 barks, just 1 shot ill clear the block like its time for 106 and park
staten island droppin yo ass we mean business
cuz well put a shot in yo ass like free clinics…
oooo shitt low and behold
rza and mef got anotha ninja scroll
man i injure foes, send chills down they spine like im december cold
never bend or fold, like a wallet cant call it wont pretend to know
wack shit, i turn my back on it like a friend that stole
been in the game 10 yrs i got 10 to go
its the prince in the dark knight lets begin to yoo
call me mista low maintenence,
tell them hoes im like a dr that lost his license i got no patience
or got time for waistin
if u aint fam u aint relatin
these hatin hotdog rappers is nathan,
without love, like a stoner without bud,
girl yo ass is about as flat as a soda without suds
who got the nerve to think that mef cant rhyme
put a 9 to ya skull and get that out ya mind ……

rips that shit joey dont no anything about that