Torture Lyrics - 5 Classic Albums - 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... 

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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 

Photos 

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...