[Round 1: Math Hoffa]

When the hate don't work, they start tellin' lies

Still the revolution will be televised

Storms comin', can't adjust the skies

When we gon' praise the truth, and just diss lies?

Which side do you reside on in Justin's eyes?

You on the fuck shit or justice side?

How 'bout we just decide?

'Cause it's no love for over there, just this side

And we justified, 'cause every time wе wanted justice, it was just defiеd!

Now we wear masks

Social distance, keep 'em far from me

It ain't odd to me

'Cause that's exactly how we move during them robberies

I'm a warrior, could walk through a desert...never get thirsty

Like these bloggers, doin' story after story on this Newark bi- Jersey

They told me, "Milk the game for the cheese, 'cause the cream'll make you legendary."

But I can get it out of town...'All I Need' is the Meth and Mary

Niggas very scary, they know I keep the weapon near me

Two .8s or two .9s

Leap? Yeah (Year) - month of February!

Try it, God! Guns, soundin' off...kung fu dialogue!

I bomb on niggas and kill a crowd, like it's for a higher cause!

My punches will cut yo' winnin'

Cut him 'til it's nothin' in him

Bring out the chick inside (chicken)

That's what my temper do (Perdue)

Tyson crush your rib in

I'll pile it on like a Stove Top, and knock out all the stuffing in him!

Why kill him slow?

Chris Rivers flow: I'm still Pun-ishin' him!

I religiously buy guns by the size of what the weapon is

He gon' need Jesus if I bap this (Baptist) wherever Method is (Methodist)

My gun connect, bless the kid

You see how I'm flexin'?

Understand the Power of God is in this .357

BOW! The side block

You can't trap, beat Math 'matics (mathematics)

Must've been a Wu-Tang track

Let's stick to the facts: you don't got bars like that

You my man, Tical, but you don't be goin' off like that

Keep it real? I ain't even goin' hard like that

'Cause if I Bring the Pain, Charlamagne: you don't wanna see the (C Tha) God like that

Yeah, it's on like that...

Hoffa!

[Round 1: Method Man]

I guess you curious, if Meth get furious

Math throwin' punches at the Wu? Get serious (Serius)

Have a sparring session vs. the Iron Lung, that's what you wanna do?

Lookin' for credit on Method, you'll see Smiths (C. Smith's) in front of you

You must be off a bad pill...steppin' on a landmine...

I'll bury you in a landfill: that's two Hoffas they can't find

You done lost yo' damn mind, or you straight twisted, dawg

I'm from Staten, when cops swarmed in, we let them 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 wit' (Liquid) Swords

Blade on your neck

You a legend? Let me say my grace, then

Y'all the new Blood? Suckas!

Well, this is Daylight Savings

Time I take (h)ours back

Y'all just perfected our bounce

Keep it a milli', Math, these stakes too high for checkin' the count

Now i'm s'posed to play

I'm a boss, I ain't gotta tote the 'K

I tell my Killa Beez, "Roll up on this herb...while I smoke a J"

Headshot! Now your features all over your projects like Ghost and Rae!

Respect a Don!

I was poppin' Hollows before he even stepped to John

I'm dope for real

You gon' need a clinic to see what Method on (methadone)

My name heavy, a legend, but you already knew

Your chick be like, "Meth, I loved your style ever since Belly, boo"

She shootin' her shot, Hype, when your broad send me nudes

Slide her X on some Keisha

Nah, she on telly moves

And The Game that I got will have me slidin' up in her belly, too (Belly 2)

This Method, baby

I love battle rap and respect it crazy

But y'all really think y'all big (B.I.G.) on the scene? Y'all should be gettin' Gravy

That cash rule everything around me: C.R.E.A.M. hit

If playing games is your goal, then I (GoldenEye) will leave your screen split

I'm reppin' for my crew

Remember, we not jokes

Y'all really wanna F wit' the Wu (Woo)? Rest in Peace...Pop Smoke

Hot quotes, all you need to get respected by the Clan

You a Stan, driving off a bridge to Em' - you overstand?

Now How High did you get? I'll burn the essence of a man

Once these tarot cards was read, man (Redman)...your death was in my hands

Wu-Tang love the kids...and Meth don't give a damn

Staten!