Mic Nickels x Method Man, "El Matador"

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Method Man:

I smoke a lot
I'm in the reefer spot,
no really
I'm in the reefer spot.
want the same respect that a reefer got.
I reek of pot
when I'm in the house I don't even knock,
then punch the clock on a tv show
I don't even watch. 

You see the plot,
and when you see me, you see the plot.
This could be your box
the only question
to be or not.
No Shakespeare,
Shaka Zulu I shake spear. 
Ya'll Shake Shack'n
then come to Staton and then shake here. 

As far as cap'n,
it ain't here.
You ain't here,
Then I'm gonna chalk it up to some bad credit,
we ain't clear.
My flow's sicker than last year.
I'm past where I'm sicker than a cervix
that need to service a pap smear. 

Mic Nickels has children now
he got hot nickels. 
They pop pistols,
catch links not popsicles.
You got issues,
I was talkin' you've got to get you. 
and got it with you
your momma gonna need a lot of tissue.

Mic Nickels;

At first there were two,
now there's one.
Ashes to ashes,
what's done is done.
Beat of the drums.
rage of fire in his eyes.
In the end,
only one will rise.

Common premeditated
cold blade to my chest.
Never raised to stay patient.
Learned to sustain on my breast. 
Laser beam focused
while some crumble from the stress. 
Perhaps,
not exactly human like some have come to suggest.
Not boxed in this is chest 
I keep ten steps ahead.
Utmost respect for my opponents
while others just left for dead.
till they all see red

when they find they can't get to me.
I make it look effortless
I'm another type of pedigree
I move steadily,
to the ground and to dance
every step is calculated
though it all seems left to chance. 

We've been posed in a trance
sorta like new cancer patients. 
determination and hope
seem to run course adjacent.
my day spent training in the warm hot sun. 
Only reward adoration
though I'm scorned by some. 
The day we're all born
we plunge into this world's cold depths. 
a reality relinquished
when the steel pierces the chest.
At first there were two,
now there's one.

Ashes to ashes,
what's done is done.
Beat of the drums.
rage of fire in his eyes.
In the end,
only one will rise.

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