Meth's best verse/s....

[the silencer]

pretty much every verse he spit on Forever...

i gotta think about this though..

[crust]

just to name a few that i really like.

got my mind made up
flowers
the what
law your hammer down (this track is just straight up dope all around)
rock the body
meth vs. chef
iron god chamber

and many many others....

[11th Chamber]

his overall best verse is hard to pick. But I been listenin to Ironman alot recently, and he straight smashed Box In Hand

[Dante]

more Meth verses i'd like to add:

Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off)
Dirty Dancin'
Raw Hide
A Better Tomorrow
Chamber Music
Killin' Fields
Hit 'em High
Do What Ya Feel
Got My Mind Made Up

[LordReveal]

I say all of them. Meth's that nigga.

[venex]

^^yeah... his verse from symphony 2000 EPMD, redman, lady luck & meth is sick too

[BRONZBODY]

Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathan, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathan
The Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombay
Your bitch look like Strange', look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
Cuz I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife
Ask my a-alikes, I've been crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,
only the strong gon' survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip


the illest shit mef ever spit(imo) n.y.c. everything


and the lyric site i got it from mistyped some shit....

[Natseri]

Dunno, everytime I hear mef spit I just feel like dancing

[Dante]

Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathan, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathan
The Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombay
Your bitch look like Strange', look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
Cuz I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife
Ask my a-alikes, I've been crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,
only the strong gon' survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip


the illest shit mef ever spit(imo) n.y.c. everything


and the lyric site i got it from mistyped some shit....

How could i have forgotten to add this? Meth completly murked that shit so hard...Man, i'm gonna listen to NYC Everything now.

[rawice1983]

projects
bells of war
nyc everything
cash still rules
triumph
diesel
duck season
wu gambinos
shadowboxin
box in hand
dirty dancin

[DrUnK-N-MuNkY]

Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
Nevermindin men droppin gem, can he shine again
Most definate, let this be my last willing testament
For the pesimist, exercise for the Exorcist
Johnny Treacherous, like Three, I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, desimate the poetry cuz everything is close to me
The lectorous, Jonathan, king of the seven seas, battle wit Leviathan
The Methodist, poly to your deficit, hit it up
If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow em out the water adopt the Bombay
Your bitch look like Strange', look at me the wrong way
Burn one and sautee, bringin you different ways to sword play
They bustin Bullets Over Broadway, Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the Fish-burn, I burn rubber
Cuz I'm not an easy lover
To the midnight, butt naked wit a knife
Ask my a-alikes, I've been crazy all my life
Hardtime homicide, time flys, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye, scripture from the darkside
Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive,
only the strong gon' survive
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top, we're now born
Wildin on Staten Island be the poet John John
Can't forget Digi, if I did I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip


the illest shit mef ever spit(imo) n.y.c. everything


and the lyric site i got it from mistyped some shit....

my favorite verse

i like this verse also
My rap guns be blazing, trails, I'm hard as nails
Society's the cage, got me locked down in hell
My mental the track from the shadows of rap
Casualties cuz my reality is strapped
Criminology pays, the sun got the rays
Wit the heat seeking missiles, AKA Johnny Blaze, Ow
Hurt so good, Ow, take it to the Ow, Methtical
Bring it to your headpiece, no Ow
What you wanna do, shit, niggaz be like
That's the shit, that make you wanna get high
Now open that high shit, I be choking
What's that shit that they be smoking, Tical


who got this verse.He was spitten it with redman on funk master flex radio

[Katie]

I don't know waaaaay too many to coose from. Pretty much every verse Meth spits is his best, if that makes any sense.

[Guarded By Martyrs]

I always loved this verse Mef spits pretty fast -

Enjoy The Ride=

Let's trip the night fantastic
I'm flexible, they used to call me plastic
These big butt bitches get they ass kicked
It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids
Couldn't live where we live
I can't be defeated like "Nobody Beats the Wiz"
Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids
Right? You know the Clan and you know the fuckin man
Meth rock a mic without a kickstand
Two blunts, and razors in his wristband
Slap you and your bitch man
Lookin in your lobby, call me stick-man
When it's goin down, call me quicksand
Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston
And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant
For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F
and be flexin as hard as my erection
Kid learn your lesson cuz what if I decide to start testin
your joint - end the motherfuckin session

But I would probabally say this one -

Glocko-Pop=

Yo.. who wanna play the hero? Your chances are slim
Less than zero, Shaolin laboratory friend
That's the shit though, came to satisfy but can't get no
Sound pasified from the get-go, Cuban neckties for you Kiko
Only carry mines for protection, the hoods like the Wild West I reckon
Hold up a second, lost my breathe and
take it from the top bitch or do somethin
Mr. Method runnin in your session
with nothin but my words as my weapon
and twenty-eight years of aggression
Do it for my people when I take it back
like I'm repo-man, agent double-oh negro
Know who I am? No, I don't give a damn
Evil, flash ya Crooked I like I'm eagle
Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans
From a smoked pipe, drink it down like Sedan
This is how ya Enter the Wu-Tang Clan (Yeah)
36 Chambers, you're pu-tang man (Word)
Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin (Yeah)
Brother with a gun make the loot change hands (Word)
That's how it is, you could ask RZ-A
The rain, hail or snow I deliver

I love the way he says he has lost his breath and take it from the top, like start again and then he rips it up.

Others -

The W
Rumble
Flowers
Gravel Pit
Shaolin What
Supa Ninjaz

[Hollow Dartz]

Yo, In The Heat of The Night, my 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and Trappa, John, M.D., full metal jackets
Cuz some gots to have it, kill or be killed
Only time will reveal, I think by myself
And I drink by myself, from 9-8 until
Let me know its real son, if its really real
Understandable, self explainable
Caution John Blaze flammable
When under pressure, interchangable and still
Comin down like precipitation as I reign undesputed
How Johnny do it? dangerously, whoppin cough *cough, cough*
Two went off, stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
Bottom line bes this high-explosive
Not for the average Joseph, come and get some
Hold 8 and keep 1, up in the chamber, blast wit my middle finger
9 swordsmen attack like the 4 Horsemen
See me dog walkin, strickly ghetty-o slang talkin
All up in these guts often
These rap niggaz, official, we slap niggaz
Wit mad charges, dope shit regardless
We Usually-Take Another Nigga's Garments (what?)

[23-18]

couldnt say it better myself!!$$

Iron God Chamber

Look at this bitch ass, snitch ass, about to get a kicked ass
Get mad, get smashed, and get another zip bag of 'dro
For these hoe niggaz, slow niggaz, told niggaz
Fucking with the cold miner's daughter, she a gold digger
Killa, I'm back iller, been realer, chinchilla
Coat, ex-crack dealer, cap peeler, dope
Uncut coke, cut throat, niggaz had enough dough
What up, though? My nigga, I don't trust no bitches
That's real shit, feel this, vanilla Dutches still lit
Forensics is still try'nna figure how I killed it
Wu-Tang, my crew bang, let our nuts hang
Like that piece on a new chain, mami, pop the poontang
Your party, find me where the stars be, or probably
Walk into the corner store on Targhee
Smokin' Bob Marley's, I'm hardly, a nigga to be fucked with
And you try'nna 'ketchup', but you barely cut the mustard, aight then