Spazzola Lyrics
| Song | Spazzola |
| Artist | Method Man |
| Album | Tical 2000: Judgement Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Patrick Charles & J. Grant & Jason Scott "Rebel-INS." Hunter & Method Man & | |
| 作词 : Charles, Grant, Hunter, Smith ... | |
| Deadly medley part two | |
| That's my word | |
| It ain't safe no more, bitch | |
| 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 and it's time for some grid | |
| Iron rap, action-packed grudge match | |
| Tough act to follow, hard copy novel, throw you off the | |
| VerrazanoWe 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 Dolomite, crash your windpipe, with the mic device | |
| Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot out the street lights | |
| Sight beyond sight, late night, city light | |
| Tight like a virgin, mergin' with my | |
| A-AlikesSplurgin', 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in | |
| WattsRapid 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Up into the sky, lines philosophize, | |
| I got stocks to buy | |
| Watch my pockets rise to the bottom bust confide in | |
| GodIn Sin | |
| I trust, the villainous, criminal minded killers rust | |
| I intend to build and fortify in men | |
| Mastermind rhymin', navigate the globe then retire quick | |
| Aiyyo fluid rap bend through it black, buluga black ac' | |
| Tackle that, ghetto tabernacles 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 | |
| Blooming dales | |
| Masqevendo, | |
| John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo | |
| Fuck y'all niggaz carve my ice through your | |
| Benz window | |
| 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 | |
| Spazzola, | |
| S I N Y 10304 | |
| Lock your doors, crack your jaws | |
| Drop your drawers | |
| It's all day everyday with this rap souflee |
| zuo qu : Patrick Charles J. Grant Jason Scott " RebelINS." Hunter Method Man | |
| zuo ci : Charles, Grant, Hunter, Smith ... | |
| Deadly medley part two | |
| That' s my word | |
| It ain' t safe no more, bitch | |
| 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, fourfifth automatic | |
| Extended clip rewind, bust mine | |
| Anytime you reveal your snakeish ways and actions | |
| Observe the magnetic attraction and it' s time for some grid | |
| Iron rap, actionpacked grudge match | |
| Tough act to follow, hard copy novel, throw you off the | |
| VerrazanoWe 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 Dolomite, crash your windpipe, with the mic device | |
| Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot out the street lights | |
| Sight beyond sight, late night, city light | |
| Tight like a virgin, mergin' with my | |
| AAlikesSplurgin', 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 | |
| It ain' t nuttin' like hiphop 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 | |
| Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in | |
| WattsRapid 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 ironpalm blast | |
| Equipped to perform the task | |
| S I N Y and what, head or gut? | |
| The head rush will ' cause your cerebellum to bust | |
| 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 | |
| Up into the sky, lines philosophize, | |
| I got stocks to buy | |
| Watch my pockets rise to the bottom bust confide in | |
| GodIn Sin | |
| I trust, the villainous, criminal minded killers rust | |
| I intend to build and fortify in men | |
| Mastermind rhymin', navigate the globe then retire quick | |
| Aiyyo fluid rap bend through it black, buluga black ac' | |
| Tackle that, ghetto tabernacles throw it in your lap | |
| Slang AK, 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 | |
| Slyworkin', network bezerk, mad hurtin' | |
| Killer whales, fucking up sales, crash | |
| Blooming dales | |
| Masqevendo, | |
| John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo | |
| Fuck y' all niggaz carve my ice through your | |
| Benz window | |
| It ain' t nuttin' like hiphop 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 | |
| Spazzola, | |
| S I N Y 10304 | |
| Lock your doors, crack your jaws | |
| Drop your drawers | |
| It' s all day everyday with this rap souflee |
| zuò qǔ : Patrick Charles J. Grant Jason Scott " RebelINS." Hunter Method Man | |
| zuò cí : Charles, Grant, Hunter, Smith ... | |
| Deadly medley part two | |
| That' s my word | |
| It ain' t safe no more, bitch | |
| 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, fourfifth automatic | |
| Extended clip rewind, bust mine | |
| Anytime you reveal your snakeish ways and actions | |
| Observe the magnetic attraction and it' s time for some grid | |
| Iron rap, actionpacked grudge match | |
| Tough act to follow, hard copy novel, throw you off the | |
| VerrazanoWe 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 Dolomite, crash your windpipe, with the mic device | |
| Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot out the street lights | |
| Sight beyond sight, late night, city light | |
| Tight like a virgin, mergin' with my | |
| AAlikesSplurgin', 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 | |
| It ain' t nuttin' like hiphop 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 | |
| Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in | |
| WattsRapid 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 ironpalm blast | |
| Equipped to perform the task | |
| S I N Y and what, head or gut? | |
| The head rush will ' cause your cerebellum to bust | |
| 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 | |
| Up into the sky, lines philosophize, | |
| I got stocks to buy | |
| Watch my pockets rise to the bottom bust confide in | |
| GodIn Sin | |
| I trust, the villainous, criminal minded killers rust | |
| I intend to build and fortify in men | |
| Mastermind rhymin', navigate the globe then retire quick | |
| Aiyyo fluid rap bend through it black, buluga black ac' | |
| Tackle that, ghetto tabernacles throw it in your lap | |
| Slang AK, 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 | |
| Slyworkin', network bezerk, mad hurtin' | |
| Killer whales, fucking up sales, crash | |
| Blooming dales | |
| Masqevendo, | |
| John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo | |
| Fuck y' all niggaz carve my ice through your | |
| Benz window | |
| It ain' t nuttin' like hiphop 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 | |
| Spazzola, | |
| S I N Y 10304 | |
| Lock your doors, crack your jaws | |
| Drop your drawers | |
| It' s all day everyday with this rap souflee |
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