Freestyle Friday: Joe Budden vs. Method Man

by Kevin on August 14, 2009

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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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  4. DJ Chew: Joe Budden Remix Album [G-Unit Muzik]
  5. Joe Budden vs. Maino

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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

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  • 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

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