Spazzola

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man & Masta Killa] Uhh, Deadly Melody Part 2 That's my word! It ain't safe no more – ya bitch! [Verse 1: Masta Killa] Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be upon you Move in with the Tiger Strike; "bound, gagged, then shot" read the heading Dappled light setting East remains hot with police But I keep a leash – for my Four-fifth automatic extended clip – rewind Bust mine – any time you reveal your snake-ish ways and actions Observe the magnetic attraction [Interlude: Method Man] Then it's time for some... [Verse 2: Street Life] Grid Iron Rap, action-packed grudge match Tough act to follow, hard copy novel Throw you off the Verrazano We swimming with these sharks Yo, I break body parts, stamp my initial in your birthmark P.L.O., bust like a Calico, "tally-ho" Black expo, TECs in afros, we back – yo! It's Dolemite, crash your windpipe with the mic device Fatal strike, deadly mic vice, shoot out your street light [Verse 3: Method Man] Sight beyond sight, late night, city light Tight like a virgin, merging with my A-alikes, splurging Dirty to the grain, no detergent Filthy, innocent until I'm proven guilty Submerging, deeper in the lecture I'm serving Truth or consequences, life or death sentence I'm hurting your person, I'm certain, it's curtains (It's curtains!) [Chorus: Method Man] It ain't nothing like Hip-Hop music You like it 'cause you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MCs misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of the game is rapture This one is complete, it captures – bass [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlar, 9 Glocks Technique of rhyme, pop machine gun ammo Sporadic flow buckle the foe, intro to outro Calico, throw verse, but slide my dough first I make thousands in the club with no shirts go berserk From the Shao' borough, wil'ing out on the furlough Commando style thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees Heads are under-siege, down to their younger seeds Wannabes clone – they're light, like summer breeze Hundred G's for the Garden, the fans stampede For the diecast, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast Equipped to perform the task S.I., N.Y. – and what! Head or gut – the head rush will cause your cerebellum to bust [Verse 5: Killa Sin] Yo! We be the world's most fabulous Hazardous to fuck with these ravenous Killers get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets Extravagant, jewel drop a helicopter high Optic to the sky, lines philosophize, I got stocks to buy Watch my pockets rise, 'til the bottom bust Confide in God, in Sin I trust The villainous, criminal minded killers rush I intend to build a fort, defying man Mastermind rhyming, navigate the globe, then retire quick [Verse 6: Raekwon] Aiyyo, fluid rap – been through it, black Beluga black Ac' – tackle that Ghetto tabernacles throw it in your lap Slang A.K., National–Geographic-al Mathematical, slide up in your work, casual Nike Air dog, who wear it all, plus down to brawl All a thousand with a bloody hand; flammable rap mayors,  Who clap Himalayas, pinky finger Ever glacier Lace her hand, laser touchers, grill gon' blaze ya Sly-working, network berserk, mad hurting Killer whales fucking up sales, crash Bloomingdale's Mask of endo, John Lennon, ten to break, mad descendo Fuck y'all niggas, carve my ice through your Benz window [Interlude] {*door creaking open*} {*gunshots followed by a car alarm*} [Chorus: Method Man] It ain't nothing like Hip-Hop music You like it 'cause you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MCs misuse it Don't think that Wu can't lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of the game is rapture This one is complete, it captures bass [Outro: Method Man] Uhh... Spazzola... (Spazzola) S.I., N.Y., 1-O-3-O-4 Lock your doors Crack your jaws Drop your drawers It's all day everyday with this rap soufflé Music