Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Torture, artist - Method Man. Date of issue: 10.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Torture |
| Through bein humbles |
| Tru Mast’on da track. |
| LIKE THAT y’know? |
| Been in this rap game for like the past |
| four bullets now, y’know? |
| Doin bids, yea yea |
| I done peeped a lotta cats come through |
| Courageous cats, stray cats, haha |
| Top cats with top hats, yaknowhatI’msayin? |
| But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyrics |
| Rhymes, line for line, numero uno |
| Who the best? |
| I don’t know |
| Check it Flame on — I rain fire, when Johnny Storm |
| I’m shocking like live wire — you have been warned |
| I prolong this next chamber, to make it strong |
| And prove all them doubters wrong |
| Killin Em Softly with this song, addin on Let them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathons |
| On my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitched |
| on the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the ship |
| Give back what his mother gave him, mother made him |
| and now she can’t even save him, Johnny Blaze 'em |
| Send him to his final restin |
| Back to the essence, Faces of Death — The Final Lesson |
| Torture (3X) |
| Motherfuckin torture, y’all niggaz know |
| Who got John Blaze shit? |
| Suckin my dick to get famous |
| So I switch blades to Dangerous |
| Welcome to my torture chambers |
| Torture chambers where John Doe’s remain nameless, hear me? |
| I know it’s Def Jam, but think clearly |
| I made it possible for y’all cats to come near me Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer |
| I slam just like my culture on all theories |
| Dead that — straight off the meat rack with this one |
| You get burned playin Nix-on, Hot Biscuit |
| Stand back — don’t make me spit one, and paint pictures |
| On the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencils |
| Iron Lung since I was young and not knowin |
| where the next meal was comin from, been troublesome |
| To all those posin a threat |
| If I go, everybody gotta go next, y’all niggaz know |
| The code of the street soldier, I’m watchin time |
| And time watchin me colder, Grim Reaper |
| Breathin death on my shoulder |
| Waitin for the day to take me over (take me over) |
| Torture (3X) |
| Motherfuckin torture, y’all niggaz know |
| That you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate me Still tryin to fuck my hoe, Johnny-come-latelys? |
| Got me in a world of shit, and now I’m pissed |
| Mama said there’d be days like this, tis the SeaZon |
| for Ducks and my pen’s bleedin |
| Leavin’kids barely breathin for sneak-thievin |
| Famished from lack of eatin and lack of teachin |
| Banished from Rhyme &Reason for high treason, can it be That the kid with the knot knees |
| Got G to make a grown man cop pleas, for this track |
| I got a Lovebug like Starsky, blow back |
| Until I drop Tical Part 3, ain’t no stoppin |
| when you start me, John Jay |
| Pullin your card, mayday mayday |
| Niggaz owe they life to God, and now it’s payday |
| Take it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-naked |
| I learned the hard way — ain’t nuttin sacred |
| In this world — time to face it, Johnny Basic |
| Instinct, I’m sure to make it While others fake it, fuck the spotlight, G-O-D already got light |
| Say what you like, just spell my name right |
| No doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fish |
| cake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouth |
| Torture (3X) |
| Motherfuckin torture, y’all niggaz know |