Have I ever spit something that you wanted to repeat, or have you ever quoted a line from one of my rhymes like you was talking in a casual fucking conversation? Give me a fucking break here. I be in that studio racking my brains to make two words rhyme together as well as say some shit in between those two words that make sense. And then, on top of that, transition between those two words to forming words into a sentence that has something to do with what I just fucking said. You know how much work go into that shit? And then to be understood over all that? You know how much work it take to do all that shit? That's why I'm like, yo, if you can't write no motherfucking rhymes, you shouldn't even be trying to tell me I can't bark. Saying he just doesn't make good songs; I'll go for that shit because a lot of dudes can rhyme they ass off, but they don't rhyme to make songs. But don't just outright say a dude can't spit. Because then it's like, oh, you not feeling where I'm coming from? Fuck you.
Tom Breihan interviews Method Man, who, it turns out, is still a genius. And is still pissed about the decline of The Jeffersons.
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