Nutmeg Lyrics by Ghostface Killah

Nutmeg Lyrics

    ft. RZA

    [Ghostface]
    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.. aiyyo..

    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

    Aiyyo 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

    [RZA]
    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 DINGS, 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 menestraute
    but it made her hyperventilate

    [Ghostface]
    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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