Raekwon - Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon lyrics

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 raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me While, funny style n***as roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle Holding 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***as 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 Perhaps bullets bust n***as 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 licking plates In the building n***as building, like little children, staring Them older n***as ain't caring Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your baggage Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like Woolworth's In the projects, richest n***as rocking all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour Gun wars my crew feel 'em like swords With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks so I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In the 'nile, I'm banging n***as for slot time Hurry up duke I'm next on line 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***as slide through Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette n***as be swindling New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Looking gay in the yard, and you got hurt Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer style Your f*ggot a** got bashed trying to turn the dial You told your boo you was wiling Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High cla** cooks, throw on vests out of phone books Infirmary n***as are screaming, "I got juxed!" Sharpened 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