[Intro: Method Man & Masta Killa]
Uhh, "Deadly Melody" Part 2
That's my word!
It ain't safe no more – ya bitch!
[Verse 1: Masta Killa]
Yo, yo, brain gets punctured and drained through the nasal
Hour of assassination be upon you
Move in with the Tiger Strike; "bound, gagged, then shot"
Read the heading,.dappled light setting
East remains hot with police
But I keep a leash for my four-fifth automatic
Extended clip – rewind, bust mine
Any time you reveal your snake-ish ways and actions
Observe the magnetic attraction
[Interlude: Method Man]
Then it's time for some...
[Verse 2: Street Life]
Grid Iron Rap, action-packed grudge match
Tough act to follow, hard copy novel
Throw you off the Verrazano, we swimmin' with these sharks
Yo, I break body parts, stamp my initial in your birthmark
P.L.O., bust like a Calico, "tally-ho"
Black expo, TECs in afros, we back, yo!
It's Dolemite, crash your windpipe with the mic device
Fatal strike, deadly mic vice, shoot out your street light
[Verse 3: Method Man]
Sight beyond sight, late night, city light
Tight like a virgin, merging with my A-alikes, splurging
Dirty to the grain, no detergent
Filthy, innocent until I'm proven guilty
Submerging, deeper in the lecture I'm serving
Truth or consequences, life or death sentence
I'm hurting your person, I'm certain, it's curtains (It's curtains!)
[Chorus: Method Man]
It ain't nothing like hip-hop music
You like it 'cause you choose it
Most DJs won't refuse it
A lot of sucker MCs misuse it
Don't think that Wu can't lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This one is complete, it captures – bass
[Verse 4: Inspectah Deck]
Yo, I bring chaos to blocks like the riots in Watts
Rapid fire shots ripple through Kevlar, 9 Glocks
Technique of rhyme, pop machine gun ammo
Sporadic flow buckle the foe, intro to outro
Calico, throw verse, but slide my dough first
I make thousands in the club with no shirts go berserk
From the Shao' borough, wil'ing out on the furlough
Commando style thorough, solo inferno
It burns slow, thermonuclear degrees
Heads are under-siege, down to their younger seeds
Wannabes clone – they're light, like summer breeze
Hundred G's for the Garden, the fans stampede
For the diecast, hit the mic like the iron-palm blast
Equipped to perform the task
S.I.N.Y. and what, head or gut
The head rush will cause your cerebellum to bust
[Verse 5: Killa Sin]
Yo! We be the world's most fabulous
Hazardous to fuck with these ravenous
Killers get you stuck to the wall like wooden cabinets
Extravagant, jewel drop a helicopter high
Optic to the sky, lines philosophize, I got stocks to buy
Watch my pockets rise, 'til the bottom bust
Confide in God, in Sin I trust, the villainous, criminal minded killers rush
I intend to build a fort, defying man
Mastermind rhyming, navigate the globe, then retire quick
[Verse 6: Raekwon]
Ayo, fluid rap – been through it, black
Beluga black Ac' – tackle that
Ghetto tabernacles throw it in your lap
Slang A.K., National–Geographic-al
Mathematical, slide up in your work, casual
Nike Air dog, who wear it all, plus down to brawl
All a thousand with a bloody hand; flammable
Rap mayors who clap Himalayas, pinky finger Ever glacier
Lace her hand, laser touchers, grill gon' blaze ya
Sly-working, network berserk, mad hurtin'
Killer whales fucking up sales, crash Bloomingdale's
Mask of endo, John Lennon, ten to break, mad descendo
Fuck y'all niggas, carve my ice through your Benz window
[Interlude]
{*door creaking open*}
{*gunshots followed by a car alarm*}
[Chorus: Method Man]
It ain't nothing like hip-hop music
You like it 'cause you choose it
Most DJs won't refuse it
A lot of sucker MCs misuse it
Don't think that Wu can't lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This one is complete, it captures bass
[Outro: Method Man]
Uhh... Spazzola... (Spazzola)
S.I., N.Y., 1-O-3-O-4
Lock your doors
Crack your jaws
Drop your drawers
It's all day everyday with this rap soufflé
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