Lyrics

[Verse 1: Raekwon] So many mountains to climb, I drink a fountain of wine & paint a scripture My soul's of a Rick James listener My selection was hella blessing, Allah Gave it to me in the proper perfection, I'm glowing extra Ride with the riders from Haiti or lamping in Bermuda Long jewels on baby, shoes are 680 Baby bought 'em, Ima share my fortunes with There go reporters, had to floor the CL on 'em Now my diva says, "Eureka!" Fresh Fila sneaker Long Gabbana trench, rollin' the reefer Gotta make 'em respect you, baby 380 tuck in the butt, shoe game is like a thousand, it's crazy Got your own killers, you know it You come home, it's on nigga Throw you the Ruger, the roro and the shooter Yo, you look buddah, [?] my mouth dry When I'm not in New York, to keep it real, you know I'm in the South fly [Verse 2: Killah Priest] Or the West Coast, Podesto, the best quotes Let's toast over thresholds, the flesh spoke The rest roast in hellfire, nail-biter When the spell writer close the L lighters Poetry perfect, the Pathfinder, math enlightener Palm readers, don divas The wrong teachers The thong eaters and the psalm seekers Along heaters, Jesus jewelry Dashikis and kufis [?], I might catch a movie Abyssinians, hard rap millenniums Black Indians, wolf hats, Arcadians Blogs on the god Sun, moon and stars Tarot cards in the Travelodge A mystic enter my lyrics unravel the bars