Raekwon - Execution In Autumn lyrics

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Raekwon - Execution In Autumn lyrics

[Produced by Frank Dukes] [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] You stepped in the pit of the flame You're lost on Beat Street, I'mma throw spit on your name Hear the roar when they mention the name It's like Mike when he score with like two seconds left in the game Small change don't step in my lane I rock too hardbody, I click-bang, give 'em the pain Nah man, can't get with them games Your boy born with it, so how you gon' get him to change You a lame putting sh** in the game Piranha wanna see me in the state greens and prisoner chains But I'm smooth like the groove to the listener brain And you only understand it if you been through my pain Icy white spitters in frames Hustle in my blood, bet my seeds gon' get it the same Yes indeed I'm destined to reign, so ahead of the game All aboard y'all get on the train [Raekwon] Banana clip Mac-aholic, I slap your cap then join Go in the freezer, got a skeezer tits out the toilet n***as is Norbits, running up on a dice game, call it Preacher suit on, holding a raw fifth Put that call in, his dough in the wall, stall him Plastic bags laying in the floorway, yep It's just dog's day, reservoir out in Utah, yo Where my dope and marijuanas got bought in Real Nikes, afford 'em, we pay to have a roast Assa**ins is strapped, this the only way the yay grows More leverage, more sevens, riding around with legends Paying judges off, we be up in New York repping [Verse 2: RZA] Miramax movie magic, cold beer on tap, rumor has it Words put ideas on track Footprints, I walk on Earth and appear on maps Strive for at least 2.5 mill a year on cap Wu Wear on my cap, dime piece on the lap Three hundred push-ups a day put the crease on your back Be the cap-fitting lieutenant black man Who invented chopping samples up, to make the beats that's ascended to Every genre of music, the whole sphere of music I produced, arranged, engineered the music [U-God] My ear candy been dope, my pen stroke like Zorro Hit the heavy bag like Foreman in the Congo Mini transmitter, night vision in the stronghold Rock long robes, smell snakes with a strong nose Every time the horn blow the Wu signal's back on Transform, pack form, a whole 'nother platform We coming back for 'em to smash the spot, kid I'm on your team too, pa** me the rock Til the casket drop I'mma flip your wig Rip clothes, honey didn't know my dick this big You get kicked in the ribs with two chrome gauge Deadly venom, I send 'em back to stone age