Frank Dukes - Rivers of Blood lyrics

[Produced by Frank Dukes and BADBADNOTGOOD] [Intro: RZA] The Chinese have a saying: "Dangerous men will meet in narrow streets." And so it was. We were raised between the clans, and that meant pressure on me to make more weapons. And as word of the gold shipment spread, strangers suddenly appeared in jungle village [Verse 1: Raekwon] [Ay yo, ay yo] Machete still stainless The archbishop run from the narcs A crisp biscuit plus play the harp, wrist glisten Goon captain, catch me in Africa black down with 4 5 Somalians Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman bangle a blue coupe I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1, 2 Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper Excellent with rifles, out in Japan In a flight goose switchblade that poke out the Nike boots Thrusted on a bullet train with chains on, gettin' my train on Thunder money, make bread, brainstorm All this is made for the Forbes list Broads get pissed, say "Yo he f**ed me out his drawers he dissed me" All this is calculated, the Batman with a black hand Mafia money, k**as who rock tans [Hook: U-God] Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin' through bricks Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques Blacksmith, with the iron fist X2 [Verse 2: Ghostface k**ah] Rigor mortis, I watch the body rot to the bone structure Scrape out your brain, watch your eyeballs rupture Black magic, leave your f**in' skull in a soup pot Makaveli, Vamoose like 2pac Suicidal tendencies, down the white Hennessy Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b Chokin' n***as out for no reason, it's duck season I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger You'se a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas Seven thirty, I'm more like 6 o' clock Straight up and down beatin' up n***as till there's blood in they socks Ox em, duff em', stuff 'em in black bags Without gettin' no blood on my fresh rags Ruthless, heart of a stone, grown with no emotions I piss out brewhas, poisonous potion [Hook] [Verse 3: Kool G. Rap] Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms with weapons in the denims Some sh** that'll shake windows and break lay tenants Come left field, aim crooked and straight blaze in em Have you n***as with straight-legs with a fake leg in em Wolf in sheep's clothing, eyes scoping a tender lamb Spin you b**hes like a ballroom dinner dance G-Mode dress code got suspender clamps Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance You little fleas get k**a bees and army ants EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants Hollow chrome to your collarbone Ping against your dome piece and sound like the first key on a xylophone Grown men discussing d**h and the malice tone See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known We straight street, we keep seat in the palace throne [Hook]