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
when I step approach a motherfuckin wack nigga..
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
Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole
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!





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Ghostface Killah Nutmeg Comments
  1. M.... M....

    Snap my finger like the Fonz

  2. S.... ....

    Yoooo u gotta listen to dis shit whole high...

  3. H.... G....

    I about to search the internet...blow bibb digtaitek

  4. H.... G....

    Bung bung bung...your bell done rung!!

  5. R.... A....

    Yo enough said, Tony Stark’s you Killed it bruh ✌🏽1😎

  6. J.... G....

    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!

  7. M.... M....

    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

  8. J.... A....

    Watch me dolly dick it! Wow! 🐐

  9. J.... A....

    Get ya lil thick ass tossed up! Only Stark can make it sound crazy!

  10. S.... ....

    The way RZA described that honey-dipped blonde, made me wanna flip in my chair lmao!! !!!LYRICS!!!!

  11. S.... ....

    🤕RZA's verse is HIV positive 😷....that shit was sick ASS FUCK!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  12. S.... ....

    RZA's verse tho!!! He spit that shit like lava from an erupting volcano. Pure, unbridled, raw, lyrical FIRE!!!

  13. J.... L....

    1 of my Favorite Ghost joints fucking beat crazy

  14. c.... e....

    East coast....NY....90s...all time best

  15. B.... ....

    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.

  16. D.... H....

    That nigga said dirty noise with the nasal dripping

  17. b.... ....

    scientific

  18. s.... 1....

    My speakers are never loud enough when bumpin ghost

  19. J.... W....

    Ghost said alot of nothing in this song

  20. d.... d....

    This is rap.... Not what is on today

  21. S.... M....

    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!!!

  22. K.... G....

    Season giraffe ridge rotisserie roast hickory cinnamon scented glaze perfected fine true to within self, let's smoke

  23. J.... A....

    yo - rap rock and roll - double meanings bangin' - ghost the illest ever, he don't shoot at ppl he seasons they broth - crazyyy fire

  24. s.... ....

    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.

  25. b.... ....

    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.

  26. 3.... C....

    “And snap my fingers like the FONZ”

  27. R.... H....

    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

    R.... H....

    Peace King good to know I'm on the same wave length as another hip hop head ✌🤴🏄‍♂️

  28. B.... P....

    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"

  29. m.... ....

    Lightyears ahead.

  30. F.... D....

    I'm still searching the internet for Bob Digitek

  31. F.... D....

    Dancin' with Blanch and them bitches

  32. M.... V....

    Spiced out Calvin Coolidge 😂🔥

  33. D.... M....

    NUTMEG IS A VERY POWERFUL SUBTANCE...
    DO YOUR MATHEMATICS...

  34. m.... c....

    whoever disliked this disrespecting themselves

  35. f.... J....

    Still love dis one...

  36. C.... J....

    MY FAVORITE MC!!!!... #WUTANG4EVER #REAL#HIP#HOP

  37. D.... B....

    Respect the Wu!

  38. C.... D....

    True Hip Hop For Life Man.

  39. C.... D....

    Classic!!!

  40. C.... D....

    Dope!!!

  41. C.... D....

    Wu Tang Clan Is For The Children.

  42. C.... D....

    Wu Tang Clan Forever!!!

  43. E.... L....

    Dis nigga here! Dis nigga here nigga straight fire ring da alarm!!!!!!

  44. K.... L....

    I love this joint but RZA sounds like he'd eat crackers and spray-talk to your face without giving a fuck

  45. B.... B....

    Lyrics Please....🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  46. b.... 2....

    starks, crazy darts

  47. M.... H....

    i used to fuck her when she menstrate and made her hyper ventilate

  48. S.... ....

    Desoul level 2

  49. S.... ....

    Grim reaper soul steeler

  50. S.... ....

    🧣🏐📿

  51. S.... ....

    I am the wind waker dquakesnake,@yahoo.com

  52. K.... A....

    Abstract art right here, flow is ridiculous

  53. b.... 0....

    2:22 and then.... fuck , all i heard was Jurassic ass booby trap ? Hope next Wu album dont cost $5,000,000

  54. A.... M....

    Spiced out calvin coolidge.

    A.... M....

    Lounging with 7 doulas, the great adventures of Slick with only 7 Rugers

  55. k.... ....

    Dancing with Blanch and them bitches

  56. R.... ....

    Shouts out to my UNK !!! keepin it real

  57. M.... H....

    bong bong bong your bell went rung rung rung stampleton where the ambulance don't come

    M.... H....

    Bruh it's STAPLETON...as in Stapleton Projects where Ghostface is from. I see somebody wasn't studying their arts 😆😆😆😆

    M.... H....

    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.

    M.... H....

    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.

    M.... H....

    @Mike Hunter ghetto slang

  58. E.... L....

    Gfk the best that ever did it! So damn vesatile!

  59. A.... R....

    When you first hear this song and make that ugly face knowing it's about to be 🔥

  60. B.... ....

    "My battle axe tounge hacks tracks"
    RZA

  61. K.... K....

    2019 and still Bumping 😎🔥🔥🔥

    K.... K....

    Yes sir

  62. C.... D....

    I'm a rapper too and I totally understand what ghost is saying. this is freestyle yall. he was simply showing his ryming skills.

    C.... D....

    the message is easy to get. he just means Im dope and you're not! it takes an emcee to understand an emcee sometimes.

  63. D.... G....

    CONDITIONING got me CHANNELING old GHOST


    remember back in the day, everybody had Jay in the Cd player when this was out, NOT ME!

  64. B.... M....

    "Dancing with Blanche and them bitches"

  65. A.... P....

    "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"

  66. D.... T....

    Base that , throw it to you mouth dont waste that hahahah

  67. n.... m....

    This album is fucking remarkable....better then ironmen for sure...he stepped up his lyricism and storytelling epically

  68. A.... R....

    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.

  69. C.... ....

    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

  70. J.... B....

    Dancing wit blanche and dem bitches

  71. J.... B....

    My man got bigger dimes ya shot is scampi

  72. F.... D....

    Sheeeeeiiiiittt I studied under Bruce Lee nigga!

  73. N.... B....

    FUCK!!! ... I miss REAL hip-hop SMMFH

  74. D.... ....

    This song made me bust a nut

  75. R.... S....

    I have no idea what the fuck ghost is talking about but its great stuff.

  76. S.... ....

    ghost doesn't live on this planet. he's ascended past a normal hot 16

  77. J.... P....

    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

  78. Z.... T....

    Fuck he when she menustrate ???
    That's not true & living ????

  79. M.... ....

    I thought Tip was abstract

  80. T.... T....

    Damn, RZA.

  81. D.... I....

    I seen all y’all ears twitchin👂

  82. J.... C....

    I remember buying this CD at circuit city when it dropped. This shit was on repeat my whole ride home hahaaaa

    J.... C....

    Lol
    Circuit city 😆😆

  83. �.... �....

    My man said multiply myself 10 times standing next to zero.
    RZA doing the impossible tho...

    �.... �....

    RZA be spitting that 5 percenter knowledge, straight 🔥🔥🔥

  84. J.... B....

    👐👐👐👐👐👐👐🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

  85. T.... ....

    Incredible.. remember when I first heard this man.. good times

  86. S.... S....

    Happy Bornday Ghostface Killah 2019 May 9th 😘

  87. L.... ....

    2:50 Who can doubt Superb didnt help write this album?

  88. C.... ....

    Absolutely one of the hardest hitting cuts on this album.

  89. V.... G....

    He definitely a Taurus

  90. C.... Y....

    Cap came through with 3 sawed-offs give one to Rae let's season their bra.. Lol

    C.... Y....

    Cap (Cappadonna) came through with 3 sawed-offs. Give one to Rae let's season their broth.

  91. C.... K....

    In stereo, crazy like Shapiro, multiply myself ten times standing next to zero

  92. Y.... S....

    #Wu4ever

  93. J.... ....

    https://youtu.be/x11mJy-1ujU the illest remix to this track🔥🔥🔥

  94. J.... ....

    Absolutely un fucking believable level of rapping ability. Ghost the best ever. RZA did his thing for real for real too

  95. S.... M....

    Tracey got shot in the face her house was overcrowded

  96. b.... ....

    Wtf is he saying?!!!!

    b.... ....

    Right but mfs a say its dope..I understand some of it but that new York slang a mf..lmfao

    b.... ....

    he said himself he wasn't really saying anything....it was just wordplay and people liked it.

    b.... ....

    @liveguy the slang is very new york