Nutmeg song by Ghostface Killah from Primary Album Supreme-clientele. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Hip-Hop, Abstract Rap, Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on February 8, 2000.
Nutmeg Meaning
| [[Intro: Ghostface Killah] 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, ayo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Scientific, my hand kissed it Robotic, let’s think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me Dolly Dick it Scotty Wotty copper tipped me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken, verbs, throw up a stone, Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock’n’roll Ty-D-Bol, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel But Ton’ Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy 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, half time, Cuban Link verse yo Check out the rap kingpin, summertime, fine jewelry dripping Face to the box, I seen your ear twitching 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-kneed a Sheeba for hiva Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder Portfolio, looking 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 lamping in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off , [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah… yeah I just want y’all niggas Smack all y’all niggas, and niggarettes Universal death threats, yeah This be the God Body Yeah no doubt, Judge Wise [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers Rock those, big boy Bulotti’s out of Woodbridge Porridge for the biggest bear, seasoned giraffe ribs Rotissiere roast, hickory cinnamon scented glaze Perfected find truth within self, let’s smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou’ appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, clique flipped on fam Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking deuce pictures Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches Olsive compulsive lies flyers 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 working for me, you wanna tab shit? Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung! Staple-Land’s where the ambulance don’t come , [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfucking crybabies? Get in line, punk! You should be studying your arts instead of studying me! That’s how you lost your first job, punk! Now get in line, before 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 [Verse 3: RZA] Pass me a honey-dipped spliff Black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Power-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 ave Incognito, fatal Hapkido blow, pop a needle Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thong Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King Merciless Ming, point the killer bee sting Ring dings, right through your head bing Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks Once the ball drop, I’mma snatch ten jacks Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro Multiply myself ten times standing 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 flat as a pancake for her man’s sake Used to fuck her when she menstruate But it made her hyperventilate , [Outro: Ghostface Killah] 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!] |
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Commonly asked questions
- Who is the person responsible for producing the lyrics of Nutmeg?
This lirics prodiucer by Black Moes-Art.
- Can you name the individual who created this track? Nutmeg
Nutmeg song lyrics is written by Black Moes-Art, RZA & Ghostface Killah
- Who is the person responsible for featuring the lyrics of Nutmeg?
The featured artist in the Nutmeg lyrics is RZA
- Can you tell me who the recording engineer is for this music?
Nutmeg lyrics recording Engineer is Tony Prendatt
