Solo don't spell like this one, Know what I'm sayin'?

Need to get at me with dat dumb shit

Hit me dawg. Hey Wood, what's up dawg

Ohh, Uhh. Check it out yall. Big vees on the muthf**king tables

This how it's goin dizzee

Spell Bound

It ain't hard to tell

You go crazy, when the S-P-E-L-L

You won't catch it or match it

But once you how much it

Heats up the crowd

Yo beats but won't touch it

As long as I'm the D-M-X

The rhymes are D-O-P-E cold

D-A-M-E-G-E-N- E-M-C-E-E

I K-I-L-L the K-I-L-L to W-O-R-K U-N-T-I-L

I hit the fest and up the best of them all

S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G until they fall

Dropping like an F-L-Y the T-R-Y to get with

The D-M-X will allways die

Another body in the M-O-R-G-U-E

You will be trying to battle and can't emcee

S-P-E-L-L-B-O-U-N-D this the S-T-Y-L-E I like the to U-S-E

When I am rhyming I R-I-P-P-I-N-G

Get picked on timing I'm in my P-R-I-M-E

The D-M-X E-L-I-M-I-N-A-T-E-S C-O-M-P-E-T-I-T-I-O-N and the rest

Y-O-N-K-E-R-S the dub B-R-O-N-X

Manhattan, Brooklyn or Q-U-E-E-N-S

Is where I'm F-R-O-M

And I'm gone have to show them

But if they B-I-T-E-R-S I do not they them

How can I S-P-E-L-L

W-E-L-L

Raising some H-E-L-L

Weighting to be L-L

Staying after T-O-P

I'm R-U-G-G-E-D

And if you went to Do B-E-T-T-L-E then see me

But you will L-O-S-E-H-E-I-N-S-T

Me the D-M-X cause I'm the D-O-P-E-S-T

I'll always be a A-T- and A E-M-C-E-E

There hasn't been a part to S-T-E-P -T-O- M-E

S-T-Y-L-E that is W-I-L-D

It's Spellbound

Thats a N-A-M-E

Pumpin' lyrics that are based on my ability to spell

That I just fuckk it up it ain't hard to tell

DMX: Yeah. Keep that goin' babe. Cause I'm 'gon show 'em somthin' real on the spellbound tip. Imma show 'em somthin', You know what I'm sayin'? Imma show 'em some real shit, right here

Uh, check it out yall, check it, check it, check it out yall. Now tell me if you catch what I'm sayin, baby. I'm on some shit like, umm...

Verse #2:

I am T-H-E- O-R-I-G-I-N-A-L- A-U-T-H-O-R- O-F- S-P-E-L-L-P-O-U-N-D cause X

M-A-R-X- T-H-E- S-P-O-T

Now

D-I-D-N-Apostrophe-T- U- T-R-Y T-O- B-I-T-E And R-H-Y-M-E U-S-I-N-G an S-T-Y-L-E that was made by me?

O-F- CO-U-R-S-E Y-O-U- D-I-D so D-O-N-T L-I-E

B-E-C-A-U-S-E Y-O-U-R-E C-A-U-G-H-T

All you T-T-H-E-R-E hatin' D S-T-R-A-I-G-H-T U-P

B-U-S-T-E-D- C-H-U-M-P- N-O-W- W-H-A-T

Now what the f**k I spelled was...

"Didn't you try to bite the rhyme, using the style that was made by me?

Of course you did, So don't lie, because you could out there and straight bust it chump

Now what?"

You know what I'm sayin. Now thats what mutherf**kers that have to rewind on they tapedeck

Yah mean. Catch it if you can baby. Spellbound