Nutmeg

Album cover art for "Nutmeg" by Ghostface Killah & RZA

Ghostface Killah & RZA - Rap, USA

Nutmeg

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Lyrics

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, what's up, y'all, what's up? This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island You know, I don't really mean no harm But it just happens, you know When out step approach a motherfuckin' wack nigga That tryin' to spit his darts and can't spit 'em Check it out though... ayo! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Scientific, my hand kissed it, robotic, let's think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me Dolly Dick it Scotty Wotty copper tipped me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken birds, fur up a stone, Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside an Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock 'n roll Ty-D-Bol, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks, I freak 'em 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, half time, Cuban Link verse, yo "Check out the rap kingpin", summertime fine, Jheri dripping Face to the box, I seen your ear twitching 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-kneed a Sheba for heeva Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry My man got bigger dimes, son, your shit is scampi Base that, throw it to your mouth, don't waste that See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah! Yeah... Y'all just one-time niggas... Smack all y'all niggas, niggarettes Universal death threats, yeah This be the Godbody Yeah, no doubt, Judge Wise [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with seven duelers The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with six Rugers Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge Porridge for the biggest bear, seasoned giraffe ribs Rotisserie roast, hickory cinnamon scented glaze Perfect the fine chew with its shell, let's smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, clique flipped on fam Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking deuce pictures Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches 'ulsive compulsive liars, flyers with my name on it Dick made the cover, now count, how many veins on it Scooby Snack jurassic plastic gats booby trap Ten years working for me, you wanna tab shit? Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung! Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah! You see what I mean? Ya see what I mean, you motherfuckin' crybabies? Get in line, punk! You should be studying your arts, instead of studyin' me! That's how you lost your first job, punk! Now get in line, 'fore you get your little thick ass tossed up! Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga He was on the fourth, I was on the third [Verse 3: RZA] Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift One whiff 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 him flip Uptown, (boo-doop!), now we back on your ave Incognito, fatal Hapkido blow, pop a needle Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thong Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King Merciless Ming, point the Killa Bee sting Ring *dings!*, right through your head, *bing!* Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro Multiply myself ten times, standing 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 flat as a pancake for her man's sake Used to fuck her when she menstruate, but it made her hyperventilate [Outro: Ghostface Killah] 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!

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Credits

Writers
  • Black Moes-Art
  • RZA
  • Ghostface Killah