Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spazzola , by - Method Man. Release date: 10.10.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spazzola |
| Thats my word |
| It aint safe no more… no more bitch |
| Yo yo |
| Brain is punctured and drained through the nasal |
| Hour of assassination be upon you |
| Moving with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot |
| ? |
| the head in, (not sure of this verse) |
| East remains hot with police |
| But I keep a lease for my, four-fifth automatic |
| Extended clip rewind, bust mine, |
| Anytime you reveal your snake is raising actions |
| Observe the magnetic attraction |
| And its time for some grid… |
| …iron rap, action-packed grudge match |
| Tough act to follow, hard copy novel throw you off the Farasauno |
| We swimmin with these sharks, yo I raked body guard |
| Stamp my initial in your birthmark, P.L.O |
| Plus like a calico, tally ho |
| Black expo, checks in afro, we back yo, |
| Stole-a-mite, crash your wind pipe, with the (right to right?) |
| Fatal strike, daily mic fights, shoot-out street lights |
| Sight beyond sight, late night, city light |
| Tight like a virgin, merging with my aye-a-like |
| Splergin, dirty to the grain, no detergant |
| Filthy, innocent till 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, its curtains |
| It aint nothing like hip-hop music |
| You like it cause you choose it |
| Most D.J.'s won’t refuse it |
| Alot of sucka M.C.'s misuse it |
| Don’t think that Wu can’t lose it |
| Too much to gain you’ll abuse it |
| The name of the game is rapture |
| This one is completely captured bass |
| Yo |
| I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts |
| Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlov, 9 Glocks |
| Technique your rhyme part machine gun ammo |
| Sporadic flow buckle the foe, intro to outro |
| Galico, throw verse, we slide my dough first |
| I make thousands in the club with no shirts, go beserk |
| >From the Shao burrow, wylin out on the furlow |
| Commando, style thorough, solo inferno |
| It burns slow, thermal nuclear degrees |
| Heads of underseas down to the youngest seeds |
| Wannabes clone, they light like summer breeze |
| Hundred G’s for the garden, the fierce stampede |
| >From the die cast, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast |
| Equipped to perform the task |
| S-I-N-Y, and what, had a gut |
| The head rush, will cause your cerebellum to bust |
| We be the world’s most fabulous, hazardous, to fuck with these ravenous |
| Killas get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets |
| Extravagent,? |
| drop a helicopter high |
| Up into the sky, lines philosiphie ?? |
| Watch my pockets ride, to the bottom bus |
| Confide in God and Sin, I trust the villianous |
| Criminal minded killas rust |
| I intend to build a fortifying man, |
| Mastermind vying men, navigate the globe and retire quick |
| Aiyyo fluid rap bend, through a black Veluga black act |
| Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap |
| Slang A-K, national, geographical, mathematical |
| Slide up in your worth casual |
| Night air dog, who wear it all, blouse down to bra |
| 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 beserk, mad hurting |
| Killing whales, fucking up sales, crash Bloomindales |
| ??, John Lennon tenor break, mad descendo |
| Fuck yall niggas carve my ice through my beige window |
| Spazz Spazzola Ola |
| S-I-N-Y 10 304 |
| Lock your door |
| Crack your jaws |
| Drop your draws |
| It’s all day everyday with this rap souflee' |
| Muzak… |