Raekwon The Chef - Verbal Intercourse Lyrics
[rae] no tricks, no tricks baby[nas] yeah, aiyyo rae[ghf] check it out yall[nas] its the science[ghf] fly wonderful[rae] yeah yall[nas] tony starks and umm lex diamonds[ghf] tony starks, my nigga nas[rae] strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit[nas] for all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean[ghf] word up[rae] good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit[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 shit, yo son[rae] rock it, rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet[nas] tell em its on right?[ghf] show those crabs how to rhyme[rae] rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet[ghf] its only like five percent out of a hundred[rae] rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet[ghf] do it to em babyVerse one: nasThrough the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and goldI unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globeWhen Im deceased, by then the beast arise like yeastTo conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streetsLive on the run, police paying me to give in my gunTrick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my sonSmoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantlyIm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts meWhile, funny style niggaz roll in the pileRooster heads profile on a bus to rikers isleHoldin weed inside they ***** with they minds on thePretty things in life, props is a true thugs wifeIts like a cycle, niggaz come home, somell go inDo a bullet, come back, do the same shit againFrom the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictableGuns salute life, rapidly, thats the ritualVerse two: raekwon the chefPerhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad moneyTrue lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyesCatch the most on tape, kilos disintegratePyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin platesIn the building niggaz building, like little children starinThem older niggaz aint carinSirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggageOh, ones gone now, what, smack him in his cabbageIn the woodwork, crack cells bubble like woolworthsIn the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worthPolice questioning, rooftop cats invested inTradin in they lexus gss sendin messagesTwo and two makes four, cristals crazily pourGun wars my crew phantom like swordsVerse three: ghostface killerWith the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakesFiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shakeWhat I strive for is what I live forInfatuated by material things, and its wild like for warLike somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of goldFuture stacks yo I holdThousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoeboxDont keep jack in my lap, dont wanna see tupacGot two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocksShoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops bad tony and the ball dropIn the now, Im bangin niggaz for slide timeHurry up duke Im next, show em mineAnd what the ***** is you looking at?By the way young blood, hit me off with that green bay hatWatch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide throughLike doors yo, youre starin in the mess hallYour adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlinNew jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberinMade bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirtLookin gay in the yard, and you got hurtFlashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer styleYour faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dialYou told your boo you was whylinOnce you heard wu, out of the blue, your familys from shaolinHigh class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone booksInfirmary niggas are screaming, I got drugs!Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shitYour mans in the kitchen stashing ice picksWell ima end this with a big red cherry on topMe, nas and rae got the best product on the block[rae] strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit[ghf] word up, throw your hands up[rae] good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit[ghf] ***** back the mac an say whatever[rae] keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket[ghf] your hawaiians stale, exoticness, fly shit[rae] rza chef ghost and nas niggaz is the prophet[ghf] floatin on in nine-five in the basement
