Method Man - Torture Lyrics
Through bein humblesTru mast on da track.. like that yknow?Been in this rap game for like the pastFour bullets now, yknow?Doin bids, yea yeaI done peeped a lotta cats come throughCourageous cats, stray cats, hahaTop cats with top hats, yaknowhatimsayin?But it all boils down to this: we talkin lyricsRhymes, line for line, numero unoWho the best? I dont knowCheck itFlame on - I rain fire, when johnny stormIm shocking like live wire - you have been warnedI prolong this next chamber, to make it strongAnd prove all them doubters wrongKillin em softly with this song, addin onLet them toes get they tag on, dead men run no marathonsOn my shift, shootin that gift, knowin he snitchedOn the telethon, runnin his lips, sinkin the shipGive back what his mother gave him, mother made himAnd now she cant even save him, johnny blaze emSend him to his final restinBack to the essence, faces of death - the final lessonTorture (3x)Mother*****in torture, yall niggaz knowWho got john blaze shit? suckin my dick to get famousSo I switch blades to dangerousWelcome to my torture chambersTorture chambers where john does remain nameless, hear me?I know its def jam, but think clearlyI made it possible for yall cats to come near meKeep your enemies, close and your heat closerI slam just like my culture on all theoriesDead that - straight off the meat rack with this oneYou get burned playin nix-on, hot biscuitStand back - dont make me spit one, and paint picturesOn the walls of your mental, with hot lead from out these pencilsIron lung since I was young and not knowinWhere the next meal was comin from, been troublesomeTo all those posin a threatIf I go, everybody gotta go next, yall niggaz knowThe code of the street soldier, Im watchin timeAnd time watchin me colder, grim reaperBreathin death on my shoulderWaitin for the day to take me over (take me over)Torture (3x)Mother*****in torture, yall niggaz knowThat you can never touch my flow, go ahead and hate meStill tryin to ***** my hoe, johnny-come-latelys?Got me in a world of shit, and now Im pissedMama said thered be days like this, tis the seazonFor ducks and my pens bleedinLeavin kids barely breathin for sneak-thievinFamished from lack of eatin and lack of teachinBanished from rhyme & reason for high treason, can it beThat the kid with the knot kneesGot g to make a grown man cop pleas, for this trackI got a lovebug like starsky, blow backUntil I drop tical part 3, aint no stoppinWhen you start me, john jayPullin your card, mayday maydayNiggaz owe they life to god, and now its paydayTake it how ya wanna take it, fully clothed or butt-*****I learned the hard way - aint nuttin sacredIn this world - time to face it, johnny basicInstinct, Im sure to make itWhile others fake it, ***** the spotlight, g-o-d already got lightSay what you like, just spell my name rightNo doubt, this one goes out, to all you trout-fishCake niggaz, keep my dick up out your mouthTorture (3x)Mother*****in torture, yall niggaz know
