Method Man + Ghostface Freestyle (Remix)

[Method Man]
Wu-Tang bang here I come
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle full of rum
Nah, not that one, come again son
Straight out the dome with the hellified poem
I be the Meth Tical coming with the fresh freestyle
It's off the head and never been written before
I said that I'm the baddest brother in the land
I be the man M-E-T-H-O-D
Yes I am, Yes I am, here I am, never eat the ham
I like what, hit the girl from behind with my ill typе rhyme
Got the style makе you wanna like man combine
Connect four, coming through the door
You know the style, the man he be the Meth Tical (say what?)
Come on, Come on, Come on, Ghostface, hit me with a taste

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I'ma set it with one shot, forget me not
Ghostface blows the spot, popping niggas like Ronnie Lott
But of course, Wu-Tang Clan made The Source in no time
Niggas got flipped and tossed off the single
Hittin' like a bell when I jingle
A fat rap dose of the Ghost is what I bring you
At last the Wu-Tang Clan got me gassed
Labeled as a outcast, the beat got smashed
Back up, thoughts is mad buck with real ass
Like shorty hooded up in a church with two MACs
Thoughts react so fast, I'm so sick
So quick to jig a nigga up with an ice pick
I'm stranded facing your peeps, I be the one
Picture Ghostface in the sun, be on the run
Reject that, brothers wouldn't never expect that
Running up on the God Ghost, what's the catch?
My technique, the words I speak shoot your freak
I get deep like killing George Bush in his sleep
Untold, no one seen shit, no one heard jack
I'm overseas counting G's relaxed and laid back

[Method Man]
Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, you'se in danger
Let me pull your brain out your ass with a hanger
Didn't momma tell ya not to talk to a stranger?
Now ya got ya neck in the noose of the strangler
Just recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test a knuckle check on the hands of time

[Ghostface KIllah]
Nonchalantly, I roll up on the rap scene bluntly
And lamp like I'm knocking off keys collecting monthly
My nickel plated pattern of stacks rips the [?]
I build like i'm a stacking a log to make a cabin
Runnin' wild in Midtown, hit the ground quick
Mad bodies being lost and found
No one can stop me cause that's a sin, you know era
One thing, I bring the MC's, it be terror
Kick dirt on jerks and shit, I be the expert
Catch a hole in your shirt, John, I do work
Ghostface maxing in the hall of fame place
Suicidal blends that kick like north lace
Surviving, crazy live when I flips a track
I hit a reverend in the head with a bat
And threw his head in a showcase, in a glass box with no case
Who did it? Ghostface!

[Method Man]
Hey! Hey! I swing funky raps routines and tap the jaws
Spot you 20 points that you still can't score
Nothing, because you ain't got no points in this game
Bitch you frontin', I'm home run hittin' and you be buntin'
Fresh out the toilet and I got my shit together
When I'm good, i'm good, when bad, I'm better
You want it? Whatever, I be the stormy weather
Rain coming down so weatherproof your leather -
Jacket, a nigga with an axe couldn't hack it
I spark him like a match of a MAC
It's the Method, say it loud and the Method Man, clap your hands
Now check it, see me in the mix rolling fat blunts and spliffs
Saw my physical, brother came through and got me lit
Niggas that I walk by and give me the eye
The moment is fuckin' me up, killin' my eye
Nigga get back, you're pussy cat, fearsome
Basically that, I'm all that and them some
While I was out on tour going berserk
I heard you was at the sandbox and kicking dirt
All of my name but you can't pull my files
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Remember that hair like that, there yeah!
Even Grizzly Adams couldn't bare

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I'ma be here forever, max like the weather
Thoughts designed and classified like genuine leather
As I get down to the Brownsville
You remain still as I shoot the gif at will with rough raps
Banging off of marvelous tracks
Paragraphs slamming like a late night snack
The rap thoroughbreds
You could get with this rhyme specialist
Yes, I be possessed leaving threats like a terrorist
Blood spiller, ex-convict, verbal assaulter
Disguising as a psychiatrist whose name's Walter
Now I like smuggling mics of all types
Spotlights at the airport and catch a flight to another chamber
Then I will strike like a stranger
Bad guys shorten they lives and lose fingers

[Method Man]
Shit's gonna happen if niggas start actin'
Like they want problems
You want 'em? You got 'em
Rap contact, is writin' this exact-
Ly, the way it should, be, attack
Killer Bees on the swarm
Salaikum as-salaam, drops bombs like Qur'an
The ism helps to stimulate my pugilism
I bust rhymes like jism
Impregnate the rhythm with the wisdom
Decipher, the stee, I be hyper
I dwindle the style, that rekindle like old flames
Saliva, check the wicked flow I delyvah
Oops, I mean deliver like the Hudson River
Style came trite, trife like a thief in the night
I be that sneaky-ass nigga bustin' nuts in yo' wife
Blasted, buggin' off Bacardi and acid
Flippin' on the mic like gymnastic
Tical!