Solo don't spell like this one, Know what I'm sayin'?
Need to get at me with dat dumb shit
Hit me dawg. Hey Wood, what's up dawg
Ohh, Uhh. Check it out yall. Big vees on the muthf**king tables
This how it's goin dizzee
Spell Bound
It ain't hard to tell
You go crazy, when the S-P-E-L-L
You won't catch it or match it
But once you how much it
Heats up the crowd
Yo beats but won't touch it
As long as I'm the D-M-X
The rhymes are D-O-P-E cold
D-A-M-E-G-E-N- E-M-C-E-E
I K-I-L-L the K-I-L-L to W-O-R-K U-N-T-I-L
I hit the fest and up the best of them all
S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G until they fall
Dropping like an F-L-Y the T-R-Y to get with
The D-M-X will allways die
Another body in the M-O-R-G-U-E
You will be trying to battle and can't emcee
S-P-E-L-L-B-O-U-N-D this the S-T-Y-L-E I like the to U-S-E
When I am rhyming I R-I-P-P-I-N-G
Get picked on timing I'm in my P-R-I-M-E
The D-M-X E-L-I-M-I-N-A-T-E-S C-O-M-P-E-T-I-T-I-O-N and the rest
Y-O-N-K-E-R-S the dub B-R-O-N-X
Manhattan, Brooklyn or Q-U-E-E-N-S
Is where I'm F-R-O-M
And I'm gone have to show them
But if they B-I-T-E-R-S I do not they them
How can I S-P-E-L-L
W-E-L-L
Raising some H-E-L-L
Weighting to be L-L
Staying after T-O-P
I'm R-U-G-G-E-D
And if you went to Do B-E-T-T-L-E then see me
But you will L-O-S-E-H-E-I-N-S-T
Me the D-M-X cause I'm the D-O-P-E-S-T
I'll always be a A-T- and A E-M-C-E-E
There hasn't been a part to S-T-E-P -T-O- M-E
S-T-Y-L-E that is W-I-L-D
It's Spellbound
Thats a N-A-M-E
Pumpin' lyrics that are based on my ability to spell
That I just fuckk it up it ain't hard to tell
DMX: Yeah. Keep that goin' babe. Cause I'm 'gon show 'em somthin' real on the spellbound tip. Imma show 'em somthin', You know what I'm sayin'? Imma show 'em some real shit, right here
Uh, check it out yall, check it, check it, check it out yall. Now tell me if you catch what I'm sayin, baby. I'm on some shit like, umm...
Verse #2:
I am T-H-E- O-R-I-G-I-N-A-L- A-U-T-H-O-R- O-F- S-P-E-L-L-P-O-U-N-D cause X
M-A-R-X- T-H-E- S-P-O-T
Now
D-I-D-N-Apostrophe-T- U- T-R-Y T-O- B-I-T-E And R-H-Y-M-E U-S-I-N-G an S-T-Y-L-E that was made by me?
O-F- CO-U-R-S-E Y-O-U- D-I-D so D-O-N-T L-I-E
B-E-C-A-U-S-E Y-O-U-R-E C-A-U-G-H-T
All you T-T-H-E-R-E hatin' D S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T U-P
B-U-S-T-E-D- C-H-U-M-P- N-O-W- W-H-A-T
Now what the f**k I spelled was...
"Didn't you try to bite the rhyme, using the style that was made by me?
Of course you did, So don't lie, because you could out there and straight bust it chump
Now what?"
You know what I'm sayin. Now thats what mutherf**kers that have to rewind on they tapedeck
Yah mean. Catch it if you can baby. Spellbound
