redbull might be one of ma best mef verses
redbull might be one of ma best mef verses
The obvious classic joints of course..besides those:
Iron God Chamber (Made In Brooklyn)
Stella (Wu Block)
House Of Flying Daggers (OB4CL2)
Im Dope Nigga (BO2)
4 Minutes Till Lockdown (BO2)
Party Crasher (T2000)
Perfect World (T2000)
Break Ups To Make Ups (T2000)
Theres more tho Mef is the man
Meth on the Blackout Album.
He was great on Symphany 2000 and Grand Finale
this is my favorite Mef verse:
Wu-Tang Clan - Triump
[Method Man]
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block
8D (if you can bear it!). He was great on that. One of my favourite MCs ever.
Look, I'm cutting corners on these clowns, marijuana and pounds
Found with Staten Island niggaz that run up on you with rounds
Take a drag, pass it around, guess who back in your town
And the crowd vict', with Officer Brown patting him down
Shit's thick, thick as harmony grits, cuz with some thugs
Ain't no, harmony bitch, them niggaz probably snitch
Y'all be the judge, look what happened to Cocheese
What happens when your co-d's is talking to police, you dig?
Half a cig, let me fuck with ya wig, although you loving the style
They're ain't a pedophile could fuck with the kid
Now that I'm back up on my, feet, take it back to the streets
In the GM with your BM, in the passenger seat
Riding hood, by my hood, ain't no hike in the wood
Life is good, it's so good, live it twice if I could
Man, it's me, once again it's that Wu-Tang
Crushing the shit that you bring, you know how we do things
Yo, pulling my shoes up, scuffing my Timbs, back to when?
Puffing again, who stunting, cops fucking with them
Feeling the blow, goosebumping the skin, and on the scale
Of nothing to ten, a ten, man, it's nothing to him
See you can tell by how I'm clutching my pen, like Mae Weather touching her chin
She stunting, going up in her friend
Tell the label give me something to spin, and every light got a price
You want a slice, but we ain't cutting you in
Man, these fiends know my past work, held a monkey until they back hurt
Money talking, wonder what that's worth
And MCF, mean Cash First shit, picture the kid
On the beach in Hawaii, minus the grass skirt
Blast first, ask questions last
Black herse, nigga, stretch yo ass, y'all niggaz know what this is
It's New Yitty, this ain't just a fad
It's M-E-F, and I ain't Biggie, but I'm just as Bad Boy
"The devil trembles when he knows the body is the temple and God is in you
It's hard to continue when it's hard to offend you
He snarls and sets traps, that have you setback
The last round in this death match
So strengthen where you're best at
I promise you won't regret that" - Killah Priest
hands down
Coming back out the cracks,
Of... and... packs,
This ain't a candy rap, this is where candies attack
See when they... that's where the sanity snap
They break laws, not jaw breakers but break jaws
In fact, real happy like a monkey on your back
Got some thumb tags, playing pin the donkey with the cat
... playing a firecracker where you dump at
Right beside the shower, where you keep... pump at
Oh no, they creeping like some ninjas in the dojo
They knock the little man off
The horsie on your polo, for...
Crushing all your dreams, cut the strings of your yo yo
Trade your lamborghini for a volvo, haha
To now, I bet you thought it was a promo, but no no
This is for a... solo
Kids gone loco, until you sink your teeth in
You know the motto, if life's a treat then you're eating
... kids are... to the day that they chew damn
That's bad news, now they're in a bad mood damn
Plus they sour in the sweet little tooth
And they will fight the power to the...
Now eat them up, uh, eat them up
Shut up and eat them up
This beat go hard, I gotta beat it up
It's like... I gotta heat it up
And when the candy goes wrong
Gotta eat them up
Oh snap, look who fell out the patch
Right in this... I run cool as that
Alright jack, now you on the wrong side of the map
With a busted gps on the wrong side of the snacks
Let's fight back, in fact they're... like the army
Throw bleach in your laundry, then unfold your origami
I like that, so snacks are sweeter in the end
But then again, ain't nothing sweeter than revenge
... put delete in all your friends
... keep your wallet, that's a promise I'm a pimp
Wipe the music of your m3... pull the plug on your mtv
This is thug bitches...
And these kids ain't worried, they play dirty like they odt
... kids are... to the day that they chew damn
That's bad news, now they're in a bad mood damn
Plus they sour in the sweet little tooth
And they will fight the power to the...
Now eat them up, uh, eat them up
Shut up and eat them up
This beat go hard, I gotta beat it up
It's like... I gotta heat it up
And when the candy goes wrong
Gotta eat them up, eat them up, eat them up
yeah...i copped that album
''the hood put-me in position im in the kitchen wid da cook-book...the flows im givin blurs ur vision-not a good look..for u ma nigga tical deliver hook a crook..lots of asses to kick wisshhh i had i bigger foot''
ill...dont think heard world gone sour before
true some ill verses on that
what do think about da Projects verse?
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