Method Man

Method Man - Spazzola lyrics

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 Method Man:Uh
 Masta Killa: Deadly Melody part two
 [Method Man]
 Thats my word
 It aint safe no more...no more bitch
 [Masta Killa]
 Yo yo
 Brain is punctured and drained through the nasal
 Hour of assassination be upon you
 Moving with the tiger strike  bound  gagged and shot
 ? the head in  (not sure of this verse)
 East remains hot with police
 But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic
 Extended clip rewind, bust mine,
 Anytime you reveal your snake is raising actions
 Observe the magnetic attraction
 [Method Man]
 And its time for some grid...
 [Street Life]
 ...iron rap, action-packed grudge match
 Tough act to follow, hard copy novel throw you off the Farasauno
 We swimmin with these sharks, yo I raked body guard
 Stamp my initial in your birthmark, P.L.O
 Plus like a calico, tally ho
 Black expo, checks in afro, we back yo,
 Stole-a-mite, crash your wind pipe, with the (right to right?)
 Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot-out street lights
 [Method Man]
 Sight beyond sight, late night, city light
 Tight like a virgin, merging with my aye-a-like
 Splergin, dirty to the grain, no detergant
 Filthy, innocent till I'm proven guilty
 Submergin, deeper in the lecture I'm servin
 Truth or consequences, life or death sentence
 I'm hurtin, your person, I'm certain, its curtains
 Chorus:
 It aint nothing like hip-hop music
 You like it cause you choose it
 Most D.J.'s won't refuse it
 Alot of sucka M.C.'s misuse it
 Don't think that Wu can't lose it
 Too much to gain you'll abuse it
 The name of the game is rapture
 This one is completely captured bass
 [Inspektah Deck]
 Yo
 I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts
 Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlov, 9 Glocks
 Technique your rhyme part machine gun ammo
 Sporadic flow buckle the foe, intro to outro
 Galico, throw verse, we slide my dough first
 I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go beserk
 >From the Shao burrow, wylin out on the furlow
 Commando, style thorough, solo inferno
 It burns slow, thermal nuclear degrees
 Heads of underseas down to the youngest seeds
 Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze
 Hundred G's for the garden, the fierce stampede
 >From the die cast, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast
 Equipped to perform the task
 S-I-N-Y, and what, had a gut
 The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust
 [Killa Sin]
 We be the world's most fabulous, hazardous, to fuck with these
 ravenous
 Killas get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets
 Extravagent, ? drop a helicopter high
 Up into the sky, lines philosiphie ???
 Watch my pockets ride, to the bottom bus
 Confide in God and Sin, I trust the villianous
 Criminal minded killas rust
 I intend to build a fortifying man,
 Mastermind vying men, navigate the globe and retire quick
 [Raekwon]
 Aiyyo fluid rap bend, through a black Veluga black act
 Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap
 Slang A-K, national, geographical, mathematical
 Slide up in your worth casual
 Night air dog, who wear it all, blouse down to bra
 All a thousand with a bloody hair, flammable
 Rap mayors, who clap Himalayas pinky fingers
 Ever glacer, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers
 Sly-workin, network beserk, mad hurting
 Killing whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomindales
 ???, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo
 Fuck yall niggas carve my ice through my beige window
 *door creaking open*
 *gunshots followed by a car alarm*
 Chorus
 [Method Man]
 Spazz Spazzola Ola
 S-I-N-Y 10304
 Lock your door
 Crack your jaws
 Drop your draws
 It's all day everyday with this rap souflee'
 Muzak
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Copyrights:

Author: Clifford Smith (2), Corey Woods, Elgin Turner, Jason Hunter (2), Jeryl Grant, Patrick Charles

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam Records, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Tical 2000: Judgement Day (1998)

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