Ghostface Killah - Nutmeg Lyrics
[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
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
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!
Other Lyrics by Artist
- Ghostface Killah - Bamboo's Lament
- Ghostface Killah - Beware Of The Stare
- Ghostface Killah - Bust Shots
- Ghostface Killah - Been Robbed
- Ghostface Killah - Stella
- Ghostface Killah - Do It Like Us
- Ghostface Killah - All In Together
- Ghostface Killah - Stick Up Kids
- Ghostface Killah - Different Times Zones
- Ghostface Killah - Drivin' Round
- Ghostface Killah - Take Notice
- Ghostface Killah - Cocaine Central
- Ghostface Killah - Comin' For Ya Head
- Ghostface Killah - Guns For Life
- Ghostface Killah - Pull Tha Cars Out
- Ghostface Killah - Pour Tha Martini
- Ghostface Killah - Crack Spot Stories
- Ghostface Killah - Rise Of The Black Suits
Rand Lyrics
Last Posts
Beyonce Shakes the Internet with Surprise Super Bowl Tease and New Music Release
Beyoncé once again set the digital world abuzz with her latest musical surprise. In an unforgettable move during the Super Bowl, a Verizon commercial served...
Watch Usher’s Full Super Bowl 2024 Halftime Performance Usher, Alicia Keys, Jermaine Dupri, Ludacris,
At the 2024 Super Bowl, Usher redefined the halftime show with a dazzling, career-highlight performance that will be remembered for years to come. Taking the...
Usher Unveils ‘Coming Home’: A Journey Through Sound and Soul in His Latest Album
Spanning three decades in the music industry, Usher has consistently mesmerized fans with his soulful tunes and magnetic performances. However, his most recent project, Coming...
Ghostface Killah Nutmeg Comments
Snap my finger like the Fonz
Yoooo u gotta listen to dis shit whole high...
I about to search the internet...blow bibb digtaitek
Bung bung bung...your bell done rung!!
Yo enough said, Tony Stark’s you Killed it bruh ✌🏽1😎
Lyrics-
Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let's think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty Wotty copped it to 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
Tidy Bowl, gun hold 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 that time
Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping
Face in 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-kneeder 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
Baste that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that
See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off
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
Ayo, spiced-out Calvin Coolers, lounging with seven duelers
The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with six Rugers
Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge
Porch for the biggest beer, season giraffe ribs
Rotisserie ropes, 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, click flipped on fam
Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking goose 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 tap shit?
Bong bong bong! 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 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
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 aïkido blow, pop a needle
Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal
Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thongs
Spit on her, then I bang 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'ma 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
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!
I admit i love ghost so much that i had 10 months in nyc shelter system with my new born son i told the broad ghost was my babydaddy lol scince i aint no slouch they type believed it lol i had to let them know it wasnt true the brotha got too much cash flow to have his new born son goin thru this crap we goin thru really Ghost is and always will be my fantasy escape lol point blank pariodtttt
Watch me dolly dick it! Wow! 🐐
Get ya lil thick ass tossed up! Only Stark can make it sound crazy!
The way RZA described that honey-dipped blonde, made me wanna flip in my chair lmao!! !!!LYRICS!!!!
🤕RZA's verse is HIV positive 😷....that shit was sick ASS FUCK!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
RZA's verse tho!!! He spit that shit like lava from an erupting volcano. Pure, unbridled, raw, lyrical FIRE!!!
1 of my Favorite Ghost joints fucking beat crazy
East coast....NY....90s...all time best
I favor other Rza tracks but Rza’s verse in this is my favorite of his lines m all time, the way he just ping pongs back and forth with himself each rhyme topping the next, it’s ballistic.
That nigga said dirty noise with the nasal dripping
scientific
My speakers are never loud enough when bumpin ghost
Ghost said alot of nothing in this song
This is rap.... Not what is on today
In Spike Lee's Malcolm X film, when Malcolm Little was sent to prison, nutmeg is what helped him to kick. Plus, nutmeg has many medicinal factors: It's used for diarrhea, gas, stomach aches, nausea. Too much of it can make you hallucinate. Not sure if that has anything to do with the record itself but still a bomb-ass song by the Ironman!!!
Season giraffe ridge rotisserie roast hickory cinnamon scented glaze perfected fine true to within self, let's smoke
yo - rap rock and roll - double meanings bangin' - ghost the illest ever, he don't shoot at ppl he seasons they broth - crazyyy fire
Like Murda Mook said in the BET Cypher....You don't know what he's saying ,you just Hot , that's how I feel about Ghost.
In an interview for this album's promo run Starks was asked to decipher some of these lyrics and even he couldn't explain what he meant. His answer was, "I knew what I meant when I wrote it." This amazing style isn't to be listened to with normal sentence structure in mind. It's phrases, sentence fragments, incomplete thoughts, fly slang, cryptic sh!t etc... all artistically spit with an unmatched flow (Peedi Crakk is the only one close IMO).
"Scotty Wotty copper tipped me..." Scotty is his homie who put a battery in his back(Duracell). Putting a battery in someone's back is charging them up. Hyping them up. His sh!t has meaning. It's not gibberish. My guys can't understand why he's the best to me. They are just listening wrong.
“And snap my fingers like the FONZ”
For those who keep saying I’m pretty sure he meant i multiple myself 10 times standing next to 0 like basically times 100 or am I too high
Peace King good to know I'm on the same wave length as another hip hop head ✌🤴🏄♂️
That's a line from Martin when he played the balls head karate master. He was on 4th i was on the 3. And Jerome "don't get ya thick ass tossed up"
Lightyears ahead.
I'm still searching the internet for Bob Digitek
Dancin' with Blanch and them bitches
Spiced out Calvin Coolidge 😂🔥
NUTMEG IS A VERY POWERFUL SUBTANCE...
DO YOUR MATHEMATICS...
whoever disliked this disrespecting themselves
Still love dis one...
MY FAVORITE MC!!!!... #WUTANG4EVER #REAL#HIP#HOP
Respect the Wu!
True Hip Hop For Life Man.
Classic!!!
Dope!!!
Wu Tang Clan Is For The Children.
Wu Tang Clan Forever!!!
Dis nigga here! Dis nigga here nigga straight fire ring da alarm!!!!!!
I love this joint but RZA sounds like he'd eat crackers and spray-talk to your face without giving a fuck
Lyrics Please....🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
starks, crazy darts
i used to fuck her when she menstrate and made her hyper ventilate
Desoul level 2
Grim reaper soul steeler
🧣🏐📿
I am the wind waker dquakesnake,@yahoo.com
Abstract art right here, flow is ridiculous
2:22 and then.... fuck , all i heard was Jurassic ass booby trap ? Hope next Wu album dont cost $5,000,000
Spiced out calvin coolidge.
Lounging with 7 doulas, the great adventures of Slick with only 7 Rugers
Dancing with Blanch and them bitches
Shouts out to my UNK !!! keepin it real
bong bong bong your bell went rung rung rung stampleton where the ambulance don't come
Bruh it's STAPLETON...as in Stapleton Projects where Ghostface is from. I see somebody wasn't studying their arts 😆😆😆😆
my bad I wrote it wrong I'm not perfect I'm sure your not perfect you make mistakes I know more what you think about Wu-Tang clan probably even more.
Ghost face killah be saying some ill shit I have to play it back twice to hear what he said in his song. Ghost face got a ill rapping voice it blend in so dope with the beats.
@Mike Hunter ghetto slang
Gfk the best that ever did it! So damn vesatile!
When you first hear this song and make that ugly face knowing it's about to be 🔥
"My battle axe tounge hacks tracks"
RZA
2019 and still Bumping 😎🔥🔥🔥
Yes sir
I'm a rapper too and I totally understand what ghost is saying. this is freestyle yall. he was simply showing his ryming skills.
the message is easy to get. he just means Im dope and you're not! it takes an emcee to understand an emcee sometimes.
CONDITIONING got me CHANNELING old GHOST
remember back in the day, everybody had Jay in the Cd player when this was out, NOT ME!
"Dancing with Blanche and them bitches"
"all hail to my hands.
50 thow appraisal, dirty nose with the nasal drip.
clique flipped on fam.
dancin wit blanche & dem bitches,
flickin deuce pitches,
kick down a ace of spades, snatch jack riches"
Base that , throw it to you mouth dont waste that hahahah
This album is fucking remarkable....better then ironmen for sure...he stepped up his lyricism and storytelling epically
I'm bout it bout it
Lord forgive me Miss Sally shouted
Tracy got shot in the face
My house was overcrowded.
Ghost should be recognized same way as Curtis Mayfield, Langston Hughes, Gil Scott Heron, and all great American poets. He beyond all the so-called Beat Poets like Ginsberg.
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
Dancing wit blanche and dem bitches
My man got bigger dimes ya shot is scampi
Sheeeeeiiiiittt I studied under Bruce Lee nigga!
FUCK!!! ... I miss REAL hip-hop SMMFH
This song made me bust a nut
I have no idea what the fuck ghost is talking about but its great stuff.
ghost doesn't live on this planet. he's ascended past a normal hot 16
The first time I heard ghost say I studied under Bruce Lee.. he was on the fourth I was on the third... I died went to heaven and back again
Fuck he when she menustrate ???
That's not true & living ????
I thought Tip was abstract
Damn, RZA.
I seen all y’all ears twitchin👂
I remember buying this CD at circuit city when it dropped. This shit was on repeat my whole ride home hahaaaa
Lol
Circuit city 😆😆
My man said multiply myself 10 times standing next to zero.
RZA doing the impossible tho...
RZA be spitting that 5 percenter knowledge, straight 🔥🔥🔥
👐👐👐👐👐👐👐🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
Incredible.. remember when I first heard this man.. good times
Happy Bornday Ghostface Killah 2019 May 9th 😘
2:50 Who can doubt Superb didnt help write this album?
Absolutely one of the hardest hitting cuts on this album.
He definitely a Taurus
Cap came through with 3 sawed-offs give one to Rae let's season their bra.. Lol
Cap (Cappadonna) came through with 3 sawed-offs. Give one to Rae let's season their broth.
In stereo, crazy like Shapiro, multiply myself ten times standing next to zero
#Wu4ever
https://youtu.be/x11mJy-1ujU the illest remix to this track🔥🔥🔥
Absolutely un fucking believable level of rapping ability. Ghost the best ever. RZA did his thing for real for real too
Tracey got shot in the face her house was overcrowded
Wtf is he saying?!!!!
Right but mfs a say its dope..I understand some of it but that new York slang a mf..lmfao
he said himself he wasn't really saying anything....it was just wordplay and people liked it.
@liveguy the slang is very new york