Torture chords by Method Man
Verse 1
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Bm
You know? Through being humbles
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True Mast' on the track
Like that, you know?
Been in this rap game for
like the past
Four bullets now, you know? Doing bids,
yeah yeah
I done peeped a lot of cats
come through
Courageous cats, stray cats, haha
Top cats with top hats, you
know what I'm saying?
But it all boils down to this,
we talking lyrics
Rhymes, line for line,
numero uno
Who the best? I don't know
Check it
Verse 2
Flame on, I rain fire when Johnny Storm
D
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,
adding on
Let them toes get they tag on, dead
men run no marathons
On my shift,
shooting that gift, knowin' he snitched
On the telethon, running
his lips, sinking the ship
Give back what his mother gave him,
mother made him
And now she can't even save
him, Johnny Blaze 'em
Send him to his final resting
Back to the essence,
Faces of Death, the final lesson
Verse 3
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A
D
Torture, torture, torture
Motherfucking torture,
Verse 4
y'all niggas know
D
Who got John Blaze shit? Sucking
my dick to get famous
So I switched Blaze to Dangerous
Welcome to my torture chambers,
torture chambers
Where John Doe's remain nameless,
hear me?
I know it's Def Jam, but think clearly
I made it possible for y'all cats
to come near me
Keep your enemies close
and your heat closer
I slam just like my culture on all
theories
Dead that, straight off the meat
rack with this one
You get burned playing Nix-
on, Hot biscuit
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 knowing
Where the next meal was coming
from, been troublesome
To all those posing a threat
If I go, everybody got to go
next, y'all niggas know
The code of the street soldier, I'm
watching time
And time watching me colder,
Grim Reaper
Breathing death on my
shoulder
Waiting for the day to take me
over, take me over
Verse 5
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Torture, torture, torture
Motherfucking torture,
Verse 6
y'all niggas know
D
That you can never touch
my flow, go ahead and hate me
Still tryna fuck my ho, Johnny-
come- latelies?
Got me in a world of shit and
now I'm pissed
Mama said there'd be days
like this
This the season for ducks
and my pen's bleeding
Leaving kids barely breathing
for sneak- thieving
Famished from lack of eating
and lack of teaching
Banished from Rhyme & Reason
for high treason
Can it be, that the kid with the knock knees
Got G to make a grown
man cop plea, for this track
I got a Lovebug like Starski
Blow back until I drop Tical
Part 3
Ain't no stopping when you start
me, John Jay
Pulling your card, mayday mayday,
niggas owe they life to God
And now it's payday,
take it how ya wanna take it
Fully clothed or butt- naked,
I learned the hard way
Ain't nothing 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 niggas,
keep my dick up out your mouth
Verse 7
D
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Torture, torture, torture
Motherfucking torture, y'all niggas know
Torture
Method man
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