Nutmeg - Ghostface Killah, RZA

Nutmeg - Ghostface Killah, RZA

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Nutmeg

Ghostface Killah, RZA

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, ayo

Scientific, my hand kissed it

Robotic, let’s think optimistic

You probably missed it, watch me Dolly Dick it

Scotty Wotty copped it to me, big microphone hippie

Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken, verbs, throw up a stone, Richie

Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a 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 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 that time, Cuban Link verse yo

Check out the rap kingpin, summertime, fine jewelry 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 Sheeba for hiva

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 what’s in your mouth, don’t waste that

See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat

Straight off

Yeah… yeah

I just want y’all niggas

Smack all y’all niggas, and niggarettes

Universal death threats, yeah

This be the God Body

Yeah no doubt, Judge Wise

Ayo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers

The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers

Rock those, big boy Bulotti’s out of Woodbridge

Porch for the biggest beer, seasoned giraffe ribs

Rotissiere ropes, hickory cinnamon scented glaze

Perfected find truth within self, 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

Olsive compulsive lies flyers 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 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

Yeah, you see what I mean?

You see what I mean, you motherfucking crybabies?

Get in line, punk!

You should be studying your arts instead of studying me!

That’s how you lost your first job, punk!

Now get in line, before 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 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 aikido blow, pop a needle

Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal

Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs

Spit on her, then I bang on my chest like Kong King

Merciless Ming, point the killer 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’mma 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

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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