Method Man — WNYU 89.1FM Freestyle 94

Method Man - “WNYU 89.1FM Freestyle ‘94” [Emcee(s): Method Man] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Additional Vocals: [?]] [Intro: [?] and Method Man] [?]: Yeah, that's Charlemagne, who was in the house earlier.  Mad beats for days. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, just get loose, do your thing. Let me know when you, when you done. Let’s go Method Man: Ooh, that's kind of banging right there. Yo, yo [Verse 1: Method Man] My lifestyle's hectic—so what? I need the duckets I know that I’ma die someday, but I'm like, “Fuck it” My moms know the way that I live, and she's disgusted Just bought a pack of Newports and now I'm busted Shit's going down, and I'm not one to miss it Jelly upstairs to the lab and get the biscuit Brothers making G's on the block, so let's risk it Waiting ‘til they go in the spot and try and stick it First kid I caught on his way to get the med shit Had the loot tucked in his sock like I expected Caught him for the loot, the drugs, plus the med shit Told the kid, “Run or I’ll shoot.” He got the message Counted up about five bill’, now I'm staffing Up the blocks with the crackspot, me and my weapon Came through the back with the gat that’s off safety Plan: get the money and run, and make it hasty But son wanna pull out a gun and try and waste me Let off two rounds, I jet, he starts to chase me Duck behind a bush and vanish—poof, magic! He ran by the bush, I jumped out and I blasted Let three shots in his back, now he's a tragic Case of what happen to those that got a habit So when you see me coming on through, a plot get thick Don't try to say that I'm on some shit. I’m on some militant What you wanna do? What you wanna screw? Who you wanna bang? Yeah I'm here for you, son, I got your back as long as You keep it real. Word, I got your back. Brothers want The drama but don't know how to act until the chrome Pointed at his dome, head cracked. Come on, let's keep It real, no disguise. Recognize I'm from a small town Called Nigga Do or Nigga Die—that's why I'm stressing that brothers keep their thoughts on their lesson Resurrect your mind from the essence for real Ill block niggas get rocked, like, by the dozen What up, cousin? I give a pound to my lounge nigga Feast, my ninja. Killa Hill, 10304 But the GZA got me wide, it's going dizza Make my way for the Ooh building. Now I'm Chilling with my neighborhood villains, thug life. It be On now, hit the gun pow' as I murk another cow Mr. Method show you how niggas do it I studied, lived the life of good, bad, and ugly Hard time caught a nigga lovely, but that ain't nothing Before I die, I'ma leave the world with something To remember me by, the real would be I for You fronting, ass-out rappers to capture I'll rip your world apart like a natural disaster I keep it live, something more than ‘85 I utilize my third eye, got me thinking Maybe you and I should get together for whatever You'll never be alone, make it lifetime or better And you got it now, we be lounging, Tical Word, son, I like your style. Ooh [Interlude 1: Method Man and [?]] Method Man: Yeah, and you don't stop that rock, that rock. Ooh, yeah, and you don't stop that rock, that rock [?]: No doubt, no doubt. Charlemagne with the beats [Bridge: Method Man] Hah, yep, and it comes back To attack like the crack With that monkey off your back, what you wanna do? Fuck the crew, the F-U Man Like my man Eddie, come back Your raps is confetti, I tear ‘em to shreds, so be Dread (*Burp*) Burping on the track like that, come back to rap Known to catch wreck on the set be the Method Man For sure, Mr. Meth [Interlude 2: Method Man and [?]] Method Man: Haha, yeah, what? Whoo! I like this joint. Who you said made this here? [?]: Charlemagne [Verse 2: Method Man] Charlemagne, he's the nigga of the year. I like his style Oh my God, he gets buckwild. This fucking Beat is golden. You said no curses But I came back with the verses—aah!—like Satanic. Haha, get dramatic ‘Cause brothers got to catch a Craftmatic addict Type of bed. You ought to lay down and rest your head And catch what I said when I bring It back to the bozack Grab my joint like that ‘cause it's all good in the hood Back, back, back, back to my man Biggie Smalls—he's the illest. Take it To my man Willis and Arnold, backbone Of Diff'rent Strokes. We was old folks. Spread Sin through my kin. Ha