Текст песни Torture - Method Man
Ya′
know?
Through
bein'
humbles...
True
Mass
on
the
track
Like
that
ya′
know?
Been
in
this
rap
game
for
like
the
past,
4 bullets
now,
ya'
know?
Doin'
big,
yeh
yeh
I
done
peeped
a
lota′
cats
come
through,
Courageous
cats,
Stray
cats,
(ha
ha)
Top
cats
with
top
hats
You
know
what
I′m
sayin'?
But
it
all
boiled
down
to
this
We
talkin′
lyrics,
rhymes
Line
for
line
Numero
uno,
who
the
best?
I
dunno
Check
it...
Flame
on,
I
reign
fire
when
Johnny
storm
I'm
shocking
like
live
wire
You
have
been
warned
I
prolong
this
next
chamber
to
make
it
strong,
And
prove
all
them
doubters
wrong
Killin′
'em
softly
with
this
song
Addin′
on
Let
them
toes
get
they
tag
on
Dead
men
run
no
marathon
On
my
shift,
Shootin'
that
gift
Know
when
he
snitched,
On
the
telethon,
Runnin'
his
lip,
Sinkin′
his
ship
Give
back
what
his
mother
gave
′em
Mother
made
'em
and
know
she
can′t
even
save
'em
Johnny
Blaze
′em
Send
'em
to
his
final
restin′
Back
to
the
essence
Faces
of
Death,
The
final
lesson
Torture,
torture,
torture
Mother
fuckin'
torture
Ya'll
niggaz
know...
Who
got
John
Blaze
shit?
Suckin′
my
dick
to
get
famous
So
I
switched
blades
to
Dangerous
Welcome
to
my
torture
chambers,
torture
chambers
Where
John
Does
remain
nameless
Hear
me?
I
know
it′s
Def
Jam
but
think
clearly
I
made
it
possible
for
ya'll
cats
to
come
near
me
Keep
your
enemies,
close
and
your
heat
closer
I
slam
just
like
my
culture
on
all
theories
Did
that
Straight
of
the
meat
rack
with
this
one
You
get
burned
playin′
with
Nic
son
Hotcut
Stand
back
Don't
make
me
spit
one
And
paint
pictures
on
the
walls
of
your
mental
With
hot
lead
from
out
these
pencils
Iron
lung
since
I
was
young
And
not
knowin′
where
the
next
meal
was
comin'
from
Been
troubled
son
To
all
those
posin′
a
threat:
If
I
go,
everybody
gotta'
go
next
Ya'll
niggaz
know
The
code
of
the
street
souljah
I′m
watchin
time
and
time
watchin
me
colder
Grim
reaper,
Breathin′
death
on
my
shoulder
Waitin'
for
the
day
to
take
me
over,
take
me
over
Torture,
torture,
torture
Mother
fuckin′
torture
Ya'll
niggaz
know...
That
you
could
never
touch
my
flow,
Go
′head
and
hate
me
Still
tryin'
fuck
my
hoe,
Johnny
come
latelies?
Got
me
in
a
worlda′
shit,
And
now
I'm
pissed
Mama
said
there'd
be
days
like
this
′Tis
the
season
for
ducks,
And
my
pen′s
bleedin'
Leavin′
kids
barely
breath
for
sneak
theivin'
Famished
from
lack
of
eatin′
and
lack
of
teachin'
Banished
from
rhyme
and
reason
for
high
treason
Can
it
be,
That
the
kid
with
the
knot
knees
Got
g′
to
make
a
grown
man
cop
plea?
For
this
track
I
got
a
Love
Bug
like
Starski
Blow
back,
until
I
drop
Tical
part
3
Ain't
no
stopin'
when
you
start
me
John
J,
pullin′
your
car
Mayday,
Mayday
Niggaz
owe
they
life
to
God
And
now
it′s
payday
Take
it
how
you
wanna'
take
it,
Fully
clothed
or
butt
naked
I
learned
the
hard
way,
ain′t
nothin'
sacred
In
this
world,
time
to
face
it
Johnny
Basic
Instinct
I′m
sure
to
make
it
while
others
fake
it
Fuck
the
spotlight
G-O-D
already
got
light
Say
what
you
like,
Just
spell
my
name
right
No
doubt,
this
one
goes
out
to
all
you
trout-fish
cake
niggaz
Keep
my
dick
up
out
your
mouth
Torture,
torture,
torture
Mother
fuckin'
torture
Ya′ll
niggaz
know...
1 Judgement Day (Intro)
2 Perfect World
3 Cradle Rock
4 Dangerous Ground
5 Sweet Love (Skit)
6 Sweet Love
7 Shaolin What (Skit)
8 Torture
9 Where's Method Man (Skit)
10 Suspect Chin Music
11 Retro Godfather
12 Dooney Boy - Skit
13 Spazzola
14 Check Writer - Skit
15 You Play Too Much - Skit
16 Party Crasher
17 Grid Iron Rap
18 Step By Step
19 Play 4 Keeps
20 Donald Trump - Skit
21 Snuffed Out (Skit)
22 Killin' Fields
23 Big Dogs
24 Break Ups 2 Make Ups
25 Mesagge from Penny (Skit)
26 Judgement Day
27 C.E.O. Outro (Skit)
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