Nutmeg (feat. RZA)

Lyrics

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, ay, oh
 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
 Ay, oh 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
 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 Dingd, 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 menestrate
 But it made her hyperventilate
 Brooklyn
 I know, I know, I know, I know
 Queens
 I know, I know, I know, I know
 Shylin
 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...
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Song Details

Duration
04:25
Key
2
Tempo
176 BPM

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