Spazzola feat. Killer Sin,Masta Killa,Jason Scott "Rebel-INS." Hunter,Streetlife,Corey Woods

歌詞

[Method] Uhh [M. Killa] Deadly Medley part two [Method] That's my word! It ain't safe no more... bitch! [Masta Killa] Yo, yo Brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal Hour of assassination be upon you Movin with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot Red the head in, dapple light centered East remains hot with police But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic Extended clip rewind, bust mine Anytime you reveal your snakeish ways and actions Observe the magnetic attraction [Method Man] And it's time for some grid... [Street Life] ...iron rap, action-packed grudge match Tough act to follow, hard copy novel Throw you off the Verrazano We swimmin with these sharks, yo I rate bodyguard Stamp my initial in your birthmark P.L.O., bust like a calico, tally hoe Black expo, Tecs in afros, we back yo It's Dolemite, crash your windpipe, with the mic device Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot out the street lights [Method Man] Sight beyond sight, late night, city light Tight like a virgin, mergin with my A-Alikes Splurgin, dirty to the grain, no detergent Filthy, innocent until 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, it's curtains Chorus: Method Man It ain't nuttin like hip-hop music You like it cause you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lot of sucker MC's 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 [Inspektah 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 buckled a foe, intro to outro Calico, throw verse, but slide my dough first I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go bezerk From the Shao' borough, whylin out on the furlow Commando, styles thorough, solo inferno It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees Heads are underseas down to the youngest seeds Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze Hundred G's for the Garden, them fans stampede for the top cats, 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 [Killa Sin] We be the world's most fabulous Hazardous, to fuck with these ravenous Killers get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets Extravagant, je-wel drop a helicopter high Up into the sky, lines philosiphize, I got stocks to buy Watch my pockets rise, to the bottom bust confide in God In Sin I trust, the villianous, criminal minded killers rust I intend to build and fortify in men Mastermind rhymin, navigate the globe then retire quick [Raekwon] Aiyyo fluid rap bend through it black, buluga black Ac' Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap Slang A-K, national, geographical Mathematical, slide up in your work casual Nike Air Dog, who wear it all, plus down to brawl 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 bezerk, mad hurtin Killer whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomingdales Masqevendo, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo Fuck y'all niggaz carve my ice through your Benz window *door creaking open* *gunshots followed by a car alarm* Chorus [Method Man] Uhh.. Spazz-Ola.. (Spazz-Ola) S-I-N-Y 10304 Lock your doors Crack your jaws Drop your drawers It's all day everyday with this rap souflee