Raekwon The Chef - Verbal Intercourse lyrics

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Raekwon The Chef - Verbal Intercourse lyrics

[rae] no tricks, no tricks baby [nas] yeah, aiyyo rae [ghf] check it out y'all [nas] it's the science [ghf] fly wonderful [rae] yeah y'all [nas] tony starks and umm lex diamonds [ghf] tony starks, my n***a nas [rae] strength my whole team is eatin off this type of sh** [nas] for all the fake n***az out there, yaknahmean [ghf] word up [rae] good sh**, n***a next time, no more whatever sh** [nas] fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken [ghf] word to the wise [rae] keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [ghf] all types of sh**, yo son [rae] rock it, rza chef ghost and nas n***az is the prophet [nas] tell em it's on right? [ghf] show those crabs how to rhyme [rae] rza chef ghost and nas n***az is the prophet [ghf] it's only like five percent out of a hundred [rae] rza chef ghost and nas n***az is the prophet [ghf] do it to em baby Verse one: nas Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When i'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf i hold heat, nonchalantly I'm grungy, but things i do is real it never haunts me While, funny style n***az roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to riker's isle Holdin weed inside they p**y with they minds on the Pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, n***az come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same sh** again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual Verse two: raekwon the chef Perhaps bullets bust n***az discuss mad money True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates In the building n***az building, like little children starin Them older n***az aint carin Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like woolworth's In the projects, richest n***az rockin all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Tradin in they lexus' gs's sendin messages Two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour Gun wars my crew phantom like swords Verse three: ghostface k**er With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shake What i strive for is what i live for Infatuated by material things, and it's wild like for war Like somewhere over the rainbow, i see a big pot of gold Future stacks yo i hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see tupac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops bad tony and the ball drop In the now, i'm bangin n***az for slide time Hurry up duke i'm next, show em mine And what the f** is you looking at? By the way young blood, hit me off with that green bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new n***az slide through Like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette n***as be swindlin New jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style Your f*ggot a** got bashed tryin to turn the dial You told your boo you was whylin Once you heard wu, out of the blue, your family's from shaolin High cla** cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books Infirmary n***as are screaming, "i got d**!" Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and sh** Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well i'ma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, nas and rae got the best product on the block [rae] strength my whole team is eatin off this type of sh** [ghf] word up, throw your hands up [rae] good sh**, n***a next time, no more whatever sh** [ghf] co*k back the mac an say whatever [rae] keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket [ghf] your hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly sh** [rae] rza chef ghost and nas n***az is the prophet [ghf] floatin on in nine-five in the basement