"I religiously buy guns by the size of what what the weapon is, he gone needed Jesus if I bap this where Method is," he snarls. "My gun connect, bless the kid, you see I'm flexing? Understand the power of God is in this three-five-seven." As Hoffa fires off his bars, Meth stands in defiance, cutting an imposing cloth; new to the battle rap scene, many curious fans were eager to see how he'd fare against such a worthy opponent.
It doesn't take long for Method Man's pedigree to reveal itself. "You must be off a bad pill, stepping on a landmine," he spits. "I'll bury you in a landfill, that's two Hoffas they can't find / you done lost your damn mind, or you straight twisted dawg / I'm from Staten, when cops swarm there we let the pistols off / when Park Hill had to eat, the street is how I hit them scores / machete out, I'm a genius -- I caught a lick with swords." via HNHH.com
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