Louis Farrakhan - Rich and Black lyrics

[Intro: Louis Farrakhan] And regardless to how much power you have When God sends prophets and messengers They don't care nothing about your power Because they come from the power [Verse 1: Nas] Rare n***a, I'm a wonder Your best success is my worst blunder Feds tap the number Jewelry Jacqueline Ona**is could appreciate Weed to alleviate the pain Eddie Kane, Richard Pryor pinky ring Watch your conduct n***a Throw parties for my n***as that's living, you guessed it Models ya'll keep them if they anorexic Love em but can't trust them Hate em but won't bust them Caking in savings, spending, wasting It's like a custom Tats are hieroglyphics Lipstick on the collar I got more to lose than you do but I'm a rider When did the rules change Y'all living trendy on pennies Meeting deadlines with ease, no game You fire, I'm butane Gator Timbs, ostrich belts These be the times that I surprise myself My n***as looking like black crows and packed shows The Don voice stay pristine like I'm still seventeen [Verse 2: Raekwon] I'm rich, Black, African Rocking the golden Mack Shearling leather, Gucci leg it's on my back Willie Bosket hoodlum in the trench Rinse these n***as '86 Cazals dicing near the fence Mike Tyson disciple Trifle with my pen, it's a rifle Sixteen ways to shoot you through your Chrysler duke Exhaling with n***as, the jails argue Bring the best n***as to the table I'll sic all my whales on you Custom wooden speakers rock Alices, rump on polices Dump on creatures, holidays and preachers Stainless steel watches, ostrich turtlenecks Here's the deal If we can't come in, they can't have the field Bones in Cisco', murder instrumentals Cayenne Porsche rap, how many horses live official I run with generals who flash Uzis in interviews My sh** is deep, we fly, swiming, dude [Verse 3: Nas] Verse two gotta be all murder-like The first verse Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer Yellow like my Harry Winston glistening arm B Yellow like New York City piss-stained concrete [Verse 4: Raekwon] That's right, yo, who voted toasting in the wind Las Vegas Otis What you know Leave it right here we ghost in the Lotus Put a package on your head, be promoted, keys in effect Paying these dumb f**ing D's off with donuts [Sample: Louis Farrakhan] I hate, to see you, acting like a slave To get an advance here, an advance there Because somebody else controls your destiny [Verse 4 continued: Raekwon] Aiyo, I'm rich, Black, umbrella calico captain Wes Craven with a blade and a black I'm hood ornaments Junkies win awards in my tournaments My sh** is listed like informants pics You know we order hits Planes flying, n***as is sure to get you Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa, she sure to twist ya Eating Chow Lo Mein with chopsticks Glocks with aim Watermelon chips, pop some ‘pagne For all the riches n***as forcing out they feelings, kid Whether in hallways or the boats, now feel us, kid Out in Alaska, in the Astons, remember my pa**ion Hungry wolf who never eat in his castle Bolivian connects restless, yeah Chef ambidextrous Quick to back you in like the Lexus sh** Hunted by the FBI We gracious, more demonstrations sh** is tough, milk the Carnation