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| Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ RZA Album: Supreme Clientele Song: Nutmeg Intro: Ghostface Killah Yeah, what's up y'all? What's up? This Ghostface, I'm straight from Staten Island You know? I don't really mean no harm but you know, it just happens when I come to approach a motherfuckin wack nigga tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em Check it out though [Ghostface Killah] Eh yo, scientific, my hand kissed it Robotic 'listics, optimistic You pro'ly missed it, watch me dolly dip it Scotty Walley Copper tip it, big microphone hippie Hippy crispy chicken rose was worth about a stone risky Chop the oak, sprinkle a litle snow inside the Optimo Swing the John Mackeno, rap rock 'n' roll Tidey po', gun-hold pro', Starsky with the gum sewed Hit the rum slow, parole kids like Rupunzil But Ton' stizzy, really high, the vivid laser eye God Jump in the Harley rock, Clark's, I freak a lemon pie 'Bout it, 'bout it, Lord forgive me, Sally shouted Tracy got shot in the face, my house was over-crowded You fake cats done heard it first on how I shitted on your turf that time, Cuban Link verse Yo, check out the rap kingpin, summer time jewelry drippin Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with 3 sawed-offs Give one to Rae, let's season they bra Lightnin rod fever heaters, not neither, Ceaser for Heather Dever got rocked from the receiver bleeder Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry My man got bigger dimes Son, your shit is skampy Bass that, throw a chicken mouth, don't waste that See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut' hats Straight off Break: Ghostface Killah Yeah, yeah Just want y'all niggaz Smack all y'all niggaz and niggarettes Universal death threats Yeah, this be the Godbody Yeah, no doubt Just watch [Ghostface Killah] Yo, spiced out cabin coolers, loungin with 7 duelers The great adventures of Slink, linkin with 6 rugers Rock those, big boy Balatis out of Woodbridge Porch for the biggest bid, seasoned your rap fridge Rotiseri roast, hickory cinnamon scented glaze Perfected, fine-tuned to this L, let's smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou' apraisel Dirty nose with the nasel drip, click flipped on fam' Dancin with Blanch and 'em bitches, flippin dudes pictures Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack Richards 'ulsive compulsive flyers with my name on it Dick made the cover, now count how many veins on it Scooby smashed it, Jurrasic clash, booby trap 10 men workin for me, you on the tab, shit "Bong, bong, bong", your bell went, "rung, rung, rung" Staple-land's where the ambulance don't come Break: Ghostface Killah Yeah, you see what I mean? See what I mean you motherfuckin crybaby? Get in line, punk! You should be studyin your odds, instead of studyin me! That's how you lost your first job, punk! Now get in line before you get your little thick-ass tossed up! Shit, I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga He was on the fall, I was on the turn [RZA] Pass me the honey dip spliff Black mental force cause continental drift One wiff of Power-U gets my Divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick-tock of my clock, I used to run up and pick a crab lock Hit his stash, dip back to the lab Make em flip up town, BOODOO, now we back on your aves Incognito, fatal Hokido blow Pop a needle, dick a knot-knee hoe Bust out a fetal, 9-inch long, strong Bobby pop the bitch thong Spit on her, then I bang on my chest like Kong King, Merciless Ming, point the Killa Bee sting Ring things, right through your head, bing Snatch the wing off a bats My battle-ax tongue hacks tracks Once the ball drop I'ma snatch 10 jacks Pass a crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette While your man search the internet for Bob Digi-tech in Stereo, crazy ass Shapiro Multiply myself 10 times standin next to zero And snap my fingers like the Fonz' and bag me a golden bronz skin girl with the honey blond dipped hair, make a nigga flip in his chair Had the armpits shaved off perfect with the nair Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake Used to fuck her when she menestrate but it made her hyperventilate [Ghostface Killah] Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know Queen's! I know, I know, I know Shaolin! I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know The Bronx! I know, I know, I know Jersey! I know, I know, I know Long Island! I know, I know, I know Break it down! |
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