Artist/Band:
Method Man
Lyrics for Song: Torture
Lyrics for Album: Tical 2000: Judgement Day [1998]
Ya' know?
Through bein' humbles...
True Mass on the track
Like that ya' know?
Been in this rap game for like the past, 4 bullets now, ya' know?
Doin' big, yeh yeh
I done peeped a lota' cats come through,
courageous cats,
stray cats, (ha ha)
top cats with top hats
You know what I'm sayin'?
But it all boiled down to this
We talkin' lyrics, rhymes
Line for line
Numero uno, who the best?
I dunno
Check it...
Flame on, I reign 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 marathon
On my shift,
shootin' that gift
Know when he snitched,
on the telethon,
runnin' his lip,
sinkin' his ship
Give back what his mother gave 'em
Mother made 'em and know she can't even save 'em
Johnny Blaze 'em
Send 'em to his final restin'
Back to the essence
Faces of Death,
the final lesson
Torture, torture, torture
mother fuckin' torture
Ya'll niggaz know...
Who got John Blaze shit?
Suckin' my dick to get famous
So I switched blades to Dangerous
Welcome to my torture chambers, torture chambers
Where John Does remain nameless
Hear me?
I know it's Def Jam but think clearly
I made it possible for ya'll cats to come near me
Keep your enemies, close and your heat closer
I slam just like my culture on all theories
Did that
Straight of the meat rack with this one
You get burned playin' with Nic son
Hot biscut
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 troubled son
to all those posin' a threat:
if I go, everybody gotta' go next
Ya'll niggaz know
the code of the street souljah
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, torture, torture
mother fuckin' torture
Ya'll niggaz know...
That you could never touch my flow,
go 'head and hate me
Still tryin' fuck my hoe, Johnny come latelies?
Got me in a worlda' shit,
and now I'm pissed
Mama said there'd be days like this
'tis the season for ducks,
and my pen's bleedin'
Leavin' kids barely breath for sneak theivin'
Famished from lack of eatin' and lack of teachin'
Banished from rhyme and reason for high treason
Can it be,
that the kid with the knot knees
got g' to make a grown man cop plea?
For this track I got a Love Bug like Starski
Blow back, until I drop Tical part 3
Ain't no stopin' when you start me
John J, pullin' your car
Mayday, Mayday
Niggaz owe they life to God
And now it's payday
Take it how you wanna' take it,
fully clothed or butt naked
I learned the hard way, ain't nothin' 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, torture, torture
mother fuckin' torture
Ya'll niggaz know...
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