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Aretha Franklin - Spazzola Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man & Masta Killa]
Uhh, Deadly Melody Part 2
That's my word!
It ain't safe no more, bitch!

[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal
Hour of assassination be upon you
Moving with the tiger strike, bound, gagged and shot
Red the head and 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 snakish ways and actions
Observe the magnetic attraction

[Interlude: Method Man]
And 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 swimming with these sharks
Yo I break body parts, stamp my initial in your birthmark
P.L.O., bust like a calico, tallyho
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 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

[Chorus: Method Man]
It ain't nothing like hip-hop music
You like it 'cause you choose it
Most DJ's 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 buckled a 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, whiling 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 their 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]
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 ride to the bottom bus
Confide in God, in Sin I trust, the villainous, criminal minded killers rust
I intend to build and fortify in men
Mastermind rhyming, navigate the globe then retire quick

[Verse 6: Raekwon]
Ayo fluid rap bend through it black, beluga 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 pinkie finger
Ever glacier, lacer, hand laser touches grail bomb blazers
Sly-working, network berserk, mad hurting
Killer whales fucking up sales, crash Bloomingdale's
Mask avenger, John Lennon tenor break mad crescendo
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 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

[Outro: Method Man]
Uhh... Spazzola... (Spazzola)
S-I-N-Y 10304
Lock your doors
Crack your jaws
Drop your drawers
It's all day everyday with this rap soufflé
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