Artist: Method Man	
Album: Tical 2000: Judgement Day	
Song: Torture

(Method Man)
Tru Mas on the track
Like that ya know?
Been in this rap game for like
the past, four bullets now, ya know?
Doing bids, yea yea
I done peeped a lot of cats come through
Courageous cats, straight cats, ha ha
Top cats with top hats, yanamsayin?
But it all boil down to this, we talkin lyrics
Rhymes, line for line, numero uno, who the best?
I dunno, check it

Verse I

Flame on, I rain 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 them softly with this song, adding on
Let them toes get their tag on
Dead men run no marathon
On my ship shooting that gift
Knowing he snitched on the telethon
Runnin his lips sinking the ship
Gave 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

Torture, torture,
torture, mother fuckin' torture
Yall niggas know,

Verse II

Who got John Blaze shit?
Sucking my dick to get famous
So I switch Blaze to Dangerous
Welcome to my torture chambers,
Torture chambers where John Does remain nameless
Hear me?
I know it's Def Jam but they clear me
I made it possible for yall cats to come near me
Keep your enemies close and ya 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 wit Nikk-son
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 gotta go next
Yall 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...

Torture, torture,
torture, mother fuckin' torture
Yall niggas know,

Verse III

That you could never touch my flow
Go 'head and hate me
Still tryin to fuck my hoes, "Johnny Come Lately's"?
Got me in a world of shit, and now I'm pissed
Mama said they'll be days like this
'Tis the season for ducks and my pen's bleeding
Leavin kids barely breathing for sneak theiving
Faminess from lack of eating, and lack of teaching
Banished from rhyme and reason for high treason
Can it be that the kid with the "not-needs"
Got G to make a grown man cop plea?
For this track I got a love bug like Starsky
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 their life to God and now it's payday
Take it how ya wanna take it
Fully clothed or butt-naked
I leaned the hard way, ain't nothing sacred
In this world, time to face it
Johnny base it, instinct I'm sure to make it
While others fake it
Fuck the spotlight, G.O.D. already got light
Say what ya like, just spell my name right
No doubt, this one goes out to all trout-fish
Cake niggas, keep my dick up out cha mouth

Torture, torture,
torture, mother fuckin' torture
Yall niggas know,
(Fades..)