Dart School

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[Intro: Raekwon] Blow open that fucking safe, nigga Yo, lord, yo, nigga what up All this shit right here, turn that shit down, man This school is the hardest school, B, what Dart School? We gotta to get a taste, man, calm down, man [Verse 1: Raekwon] So much colors on my ice, freeze the ghetto, man Me and my microphone knifed up in the Meadowlands Skinny chain on, family, that's thirty grand Dirty crown in position, yeah, worthy man Bezels is like medals, nigga, hold the Phantom Convertible roof, hard-headed, angry amber If I'm pitching, giving bricks out to baby Rambo I'm on Rodeo with yayo, fifty baby hammers The new shits that blow a building up, crazy damage If it's priors, I do my own dirt, spray the cameras So many soldiers, no soft niggas, eighty slammers We run wild like lil' gazelles and baby pandas Small nigga with his gun rum, crazy gamblers I'm uptown fronting, the fans know what gave me grammers So when it's over I'ma fly to my lady mansion And get riced up, some Japanese baby salmon [Chorus: Raekwon] Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass We disguised as some niggas who will rob, blast Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass We disguised as some niggas who will rob, blast Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins [Verse 2: Raekwon] Back and dogging this mic, give me my guap, homie I rhyme for under the stairs niggas who hate phonies Keep it funky, I got to, it's kings only Timberlands, hard denims, rings only Rock a big-ass gun when you come from me Your president of your country, yelling "big dummy" Chef a fly-ass nigga, he cook every Sunday He had a beef on the runway, made the shit ugly I had on alligators Clarks, camouflage rugby Bad bitch from Brazil, who fuck, never suck me We was cooling in the Trump section, throwing bubbly Got my niggas with the guns out, bowling lovely When it's on, you gon' remember, ooh, you made him hungry Top three of the east, nigga, well what, what, B Pay for that mil, for real, max comfy Or you'll be one of them niggas that say "son me" [Chorus] Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass We disguised as some niggas who will rob, blast Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins Blowing holes in your tipi, little wise ass We disguised as some niggas who will rob, blast Paint thousands of pictures, this my drive, smash Guillotines, wolverines, fly assassins
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- Raekwon