Raekwon The Chef - Incarcerated Scarfaces lyrics

Intro: [lp version] He looks determined without being ruthless Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a k**er Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream Full of pa**ion You don't trust me huh? Well you know why I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway Intro two: raekwon the chef Knock n***az out the box all the time b**hes on my motherf**in records pah Big ones, yeah, big f**ers Straight up, f** your whole team Yeah bust it Yo, yo, fly g.i. n***az Chorus: raekwon the chef Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces Verse one: raekwon the chef Thug related style attract millions Fans, they understand my plan Who's the kid up in the green land? Me and the rza connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-a** crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin, hourgla** heads n***az be wantin Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps Raise a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the black trump? Dough be flowin by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, scholars Word life, peace to power and my whole unit Word up! quick to set it, don't wet it Real n***as lick shots, peace kinetic Chorus Verse two: raekwon the chef Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real n***az raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big n***a mics is gettin fired Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine n***az recognize from here to baltimore to fort greene But hold up, moet be tastin like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to d**h whips rolled up Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit timbs Wit mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do You wanna battle for cash and see who sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap n***az who fax n***az lyrics is wack n***a Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin scud missles You rollin like trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at Caesar's palace eatin salads We beatin mics and the keys to dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure sh** sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in rappage But all i need is my house, my gat, my ac Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that And pardon the french but let me speak italian Black stallion, dwellin on shaolin That means the island of staten And n***az carry gats and mad police from manhattan Chorus Verse three: raekwon the chef I do this for barber shop n***az in the plaza Catchin asthma, rae is stickin gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one Upstairs, swithc like a chameleon Hip brazilians, pa** the cash or leave your children Leave the buildin n***as, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure Like lou farigno on coke Yo, africans denyin n***az up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the arabs Sit back, coolin like kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You b**hes who f** dreds on sudafeds p**y's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the feds Word up cousin, n***a, i seen it Like a 27-inch zenith - believe it! Chorus ...politic ditto ...get lifted in the staircases