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Tytuł: Nutmeg

  • Wykonawca: Ghostface Killah
  • Wy¶wietleń: 393
[Ghostface]
  Yeah.. whassup y'all, whassup?
  This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island
  You know.. I don't really mean no harm..
  but it just happens you know
  when I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga..
  that tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em
  Check it out though.. aiyyo..
  
  Scientific, my hand kissed it
  Robotic let's think optimistic
  You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
  Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie
  Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
  Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo
  Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll
  Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole
  Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
  but Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide
  Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
  I'm bout it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
  Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
  You fake cats done heard it first
  On how I shitted on your turf
  at times, Cuban Link verse yo
  Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin
  Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin
  As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
  Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
  Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
  Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
  Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry
  My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi
  Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
  See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat
  Straight off
  
  Yeah.. yeah..
  I just wan't y'all niggaz
  to smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes
  Universal death threats, yeah
  This be the God Body, yeah no doubt
  Judge Wise
  
  Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers
  The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers
  Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge
  Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs
  Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze
  Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
  All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
  Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam
  Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures
  Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
  Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it
  Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it
  Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
  Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?
  Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!
  Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come
  
  Yeah, you see what I mean?
  You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?
  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, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!
  Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga
  He was on the fourth, I was on the third
  
  [RZA]
  Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift
  One whiff of Pow 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 him flip
  Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ass
  Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle
  Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal
  Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
  Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King
  Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting
  ring DINGS, right through your head BING
  Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks
  Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks
  Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette
  while your man search the internet for +Bob Digitech in Stereo+
  Crazy as Shapiro
  Multiply myself ten times standin next to zero
  And snap my fingers like the Fonz
  and bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde
  dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair
  Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair
  Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake
  Used to fuck her when she menestraute
  but it made her hyperventilate
  
  [Ghostface]
  BROOKLYN!
  I know, I know, I know, I know
  QUEENS!
  I know, I know, I know, I know
  SHAOLIN!
  I know, I know, I know, I know
  I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
  BRONX!
  I know, I know, I know, I know
  JERSEY!
  I know, I know, I know
  LONG ISLAND!
  I know, I know, I know, I know
  I know, I know, I know, BREAK IT DOWN!