2 Minutes of Your Time - Method Man

I wrote this verse on the 25th

But half a y’all just ain’t gon get it till the 26th

I’m here to analyze ya shooter

Like I’m Kenny Smith

But I ain’t Kenny

Kenny can shoot it

But can he spit?

This ain’t for morons

Hashtag NEW Yiddi trick, and oxymorons

Fat broads who skinny dip

The War Report on

Better come with your sword on

I hit ya with that Cee-Lo Green

You know that short arm

The people caught on (wait)

I meant to say the People’s Court on (wait)

For the record I hope record on (brake)

Before I wreck it

Too many styles to go on

Wu-Tang is for the children

Go get ya child support on

I ain’t tryna bring the city back

And all that pretty boy rap

Ain’t where I’m really at

Besides rappers don’t really ride

They piggy back — I’ll trade them all

To have 2Pac & Biggie back

Facts.

Don’t give me dap

Don’t want your pity want Fifty Fifty

Just give me that

Want every penny both Hanz on

How many that?

A black president

White house, what’s really rap?

We not so friendly at my house (clicky clack)

If necessary, pet cemetery, ya kitty cat — Won’t let em eat

Cause my other problems too many rats

Ya boy a beast on this mic Jack

Da ratchet tryna peel (pill) ya like Mike Jack

Call that thriller a nite cap

Take a moment to suck it up

But make it brief nobody cared if ya cow died

Don’t make it beef

Rap game we own it

We really in these streets

You rap lames is homeless

You really in the streets

I ain’t tryna bring the city back

And all that pretty boy rap

Ain’t where I’m really at

Really how sillys that?

Besides rappers don’t really

Ride they piggy back

I’ll trade them all

To have 2Pac & Biggie back