Spazzola

[Intro: Method Man & Masta Killa]

Uhh, Deadly Melody Part 2

That's my word!

It ain't safe no more – ya bitch!

[Verse 1: Masta Killa]

Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal

Hour of assassination be upon you

Move in with the Tiger Strike; "bound, gagged, then shot"

Read the heading,.dappled light setting

East remains hot with police

But I keep a leash for my four-fifth automatic

Extended clip – rewind, bust mine

Any time you reveal your snake-ish ways and actions

Observe the magnetic attraction

[Interlude: Method Man]

Then it's time for some...

[Verse 2: Street Life]

Grid 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 break body parts, stamp my initial in your birthmark

P.L.O., bust like a Calico, "tally-ho"

Black expo, TECs in afros, we back, yo!

It's Dolemite, crash your windpipe with the mic device

Fatal strike, deadly mic vice, shoot out your street light

[Verse 3: Method Man]

Sight beyond sight, late night, city light

Tight like a virgin, merging with my A-alikes, splurging

Dirty to the grain, no detergent

Filthy, innocent until I'm proven guilty

Submerging, deeper in the lecture I'm serving

Truth or consequences, life or death sentence

I'm hurting your person, I'm certain, it's curtains (It's curtains!)

[Chorus: Method Man]

It ain't nothing like hip-hop music

You like it 'cause you choose it

Most DJs won't refuse it

A lot of sucker MCs 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

[Verse 4: Inspectah 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 buckle the foe, intro to outro

Calico, throw verse, but slide my dough first

I make thousands in the club with no shirts go berserk

From the Shao' borough, wil'ing out on the furlough

Commando style thorough, solo inferno

It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees

Heads are under-siege, down to their younger seeds

Wannabes clone – they're light, like summer breeze

Hundred G's for the Garden, the fans stampede

For the diecast, 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

[Verse 5: Killa Sin]

Yo! 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

Optic to the sky, lines philosophize, I got stocks to buy

Watch my pockets rise, 'til the bottom bust

Confide in God, in Sin I trust, the villainous, criminal minded killers rush

I intend to build a fort, defying man

Mastermind rhyming, navigate the globe, then retire quick

[Verse 6: Raekwon]

Ayo, fluid rap – been through it, black

Beluga black Ac' – tackle that

Ghetto tabernacles throw it in your lap

Slang A.K., National–Geographic-al

Mathematical, slide up in your work, casual

Nike Air dog, who wear it all, plus down to brawl

All a thousand with a bloody hand; flammable

Rap mayors who clap Himalayas, pinky finger Ever glacier

Lace her hand, laser touchers, grill gon' blaze ya

Sly-working, network berserk, mad hurtin'

Killer whales fucking up sales, crash Bloomingdale's

Mask of endo, John Lennon, ten to break, mad descendo

Fuck y'all niggas, carve my ice through your Benz window

[Interlude]

{*door creaking open*}

{*gunshots followed by a car alarm*}

[Chorus: Method Man]

It ain't nothing like hip-hop music

You like it 'cause you choose it

Most DJs won't refuse it

A lot of sucker MCs 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

[Outro: Method Man]

Uhh... Spazzola... (Spazzola)

S.I., N.Y., 1-O-3-O-4

Lock your doors

Crack your jaws

Drop your drawers

It's all day everyday with this rap soufflé

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