Ghostface Killah - Supreme Caliente - Nutmeg - Lyrics, Music, Songs

Artist: Ghostface Killah

Album: Supreme Caliente (2000)

"Nutmeg"

(feat. RZA)


{Ghostface}
Yeah.. whassup y'all, whassup?
This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island
You know.. I don't really mean no harm..
but it just happens you know
when I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga..
that tryin to spit his darts and can't spit 'em
Check it out though.. aiyyo..

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a lil' snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
but Ton' stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I'm bout it, bout it - Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf
at times, Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae', let's season they broth
Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi
Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off

Yeah.. yeah..
I just wan't y'all niggaz
to smack all y'all niggaz, and niggarettes
Universal death threats, yeah
This be the God Body, yeah no doubt
Judge Wise

Aiyyo spiced out Calvin Coolidge, loungin with 7 duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin with 6 rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs
Rotissiere ropes, hickory scented mint scented glaze
Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke
All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal
Dirty nose with the nasal drip, click flipped on fam
Dancin with Blanch and them bitches, flickin goose pictures
Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches
Olsive compulsive lies flies with my name on it
Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it
Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap
Ten years workin for me, you wanna tap shit?
Bung bung bung! Your bell went rung rung rung!
Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come

Yeah, you see what I mean?
You see what I mean, you motherfuckin crybabies?
Get in line punk! You should be studyin your odds
instead of studyin me!
That's how you lost your first job punk
Now get in line, for you get your lil' thick-ass tossed up!
Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee nigga
He was on the fourth, I was on the third

{RZA}
Pass me a honey-dipped spliff, black mental cause continental drift
One whiff of Pow U gets my Divine stiff
Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock
I used to run up and pick, a crab lock
Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip
Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ass
Incognito, fatal aikido blow, pop a needle
Dick a knock-knee hoe, bust out her fetal
Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King
Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting
ring DINGS, right through your head BING
Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue hacks tracks
Once the ball drop, I'ma snatch ten jacks
Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a looseleaf cigarette
while your man search the internet for +Bob Digitech in Stereo+
Crazy as Shapiro
Multiply myself ten times standin next to zero
And snap my fingers like the Fonz
and bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde
dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair
Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair
Stomach fat as a pancake for her man's sake
Used to fuck her when she menestraute
but it made her hyperventilate

{Ghostface}
BROOKLYN!
I know, I know, I know, I know
QUEENS!
I know, I know, I know, I know
SHAOLIN!
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
BRONX!
I know, I know, I know, I know
JERSEY!
I know, I know, I know
LONG ISLAND!
I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, BREAK IT DOWN!

Ironman (1996)

1. Iron Maiden
2. Wildflower
3. The Faster Blade
4. 260
5. Assassination Day
6. Poisonous Darts
7. Winter Warz
8. Box In Hand
9. Fish
10. Camay
11. Daytona 500
12. Motherless Child
13. Black Jesus
14. After The Smoke Is Clear
15. All That I Got Is You
16. The Soul Controller
17. Marvel
18. .txt

Supreme Caliente (2000)

1. Nutmeg
2. One
3. Saturday Nite
4. Ghost Deini
5. Apollo Kids
6. The Grain
7. Buck 50
8. Mighty Healthy
9. Stay True
10. We Made It
11. Stroke Of Death
12. Malcolm
13. Child's Play
14. Churchez LaGhost
15. Wu Banga 101
16. In The Rain (Wise)

Bulletproof Wallets (2001)

1. The Sun
2. Never Be The Same Again
3. The Forest
4. Theodore
5. Interlude 1
6. Flowers
7. Ghost Showers
8. Maxine
9. Walking Through The Darkness
10. Jealousy
11. Love Session
12. Strawberry
13. .txt
14. The Sun

Pretty Toney (2004)

1. Biscuits
2. Kunta Fly Shit
3. Beat The Clock
4. Metal Lungies
5. Save Me Dear
6. It's Over
7. Keisha's House Skit
8. Push (Tush)
9. Holla
10. Ghostface
11. Be This Way
12. Tooken Back
13. Run
14. Love

Miscellaneous Tracks

1. Fast Life
2. Box In Hand (Remix)

Supreme Clientele

1. .txt
2. Saturday Nite
3. Buck 50
4. Mighty Healthy
5. We Made It
6. Malcolm
7. Child's Play
8. Wu Banga 101

The Pretty Toney Album

1. Kunta Fly Shit
2. Beat The Clock
3. Save Me Dear
4. It's Over
5. Keisha's House Skit
6. Ghostface
7. Be This Way