Lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Hang glide for my nigga Tical Yo, word to God, we run this whole shit, son (No doubt) Right, that's my word Guaranteed you're dealin' with the invincible (No doubt) (I'm specialized in swordsmanship) That's my word, Persian Legacy one time, one time That's the science of the black man Stationary niggas, have fun on this right here Yo, Shorty, cross your arms Gonna rock niggas to sleep this year (Throw your leather up) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Blade thrower, sword swinger, Killa Bee ringer Rocky road, roll dark greener C.R.E.A.M. redeemers, name your God-U Kareema Shout out Medina, Federaloes Noxzema Me — jewelry cleaner, Million Man March screamers Ray Catena, cut your joint, Wolverine ya The Longines wrapped around the wrist, Lord seen her How I got that? Yo, threw out the Mac I named Gina Bust a shot, seen her, it richochet'd, tapped Tina Now I'm out, lampin' in Korea with Taleema We moseyin', sweatsuit Adidas Best believe I got the black heater little joint, probably Moschino Yo, Bobby, Robby, what up? Max tried to follow me Sadaam loungin', clean up, collect like the laundry It's time, yo, swerve like the Nike line Windbreaker, Laker throw a jump shot, scrape her Statuary, yo, floatin' that snatch-uary A-yo, blow a hole in your limo, weed pass the Dutch [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, this is MC wizardry, Killa Bee invasion Men of respect blessed with wisdom of the ancients My words are blatant, lacerate necks for statements I launch like lead projectiles straight out the basement I suplex your rep, left ruined like the Aztecs Parasites double edge dice your larynx My hip-hop is quarantined locked inside the detox Under key lock, it's like b-block and E-Glocks You're ill, your trail ends, thoughts are frail I strike the cypher and let one survive to tell the tale Of my state of grace, I raise the stakes on snakes Knock 'em off like the big eights for takin' up space Never did fear 'em, stick 'em with the truth serum Who sent 'em?! Arrest 'em before my charge is pendin' Designated hitter, flows split the transistor Kinetic globes light when it shine, burns your retina Urban journal, plus eternal broadcaster Before and after, I be Self Lord And Master [Verse 3: Ol Dirty Bastard] I be the Ironside, get touched with the chloride Take walk with the Nine-Finger bandits worldwide Shaolin hillside, full of homicides Fuck you dissatisfied! The double dyed black brown iodine [Verse 4: U-God] Yo, box talk sequence, powerhouse kick out Eyes dusty, wet, butt-naked with my dick out I'm direct, golden best, golden chest is blessed Scarce chapter, snatch a batch of Winterfresh It sound farfetched, mountain men that be rich You get buckshot, dummy-clapped, mummy-wrapped and stitched The Jeffrey Dahmer Notre Dame-r sing the song the strongest Brute force bullet hole straight through your chorus Shank you with the think tank, harmony cake cut A can of ass-whoopin', Flurry shake, break you fucks Struck, love crooks, waffle iron hooks Chef cocaine cook, a marvellous book This deathbed doctrine, paper for the youth What remains, a saber-toothed tiger in the booth [Verse 5: Cappadonna] Last night, I took a trip down to Crown Heights Fast life, females are trife, stay tight I detect that parasite, satellite RZA beat makes me wanna fight, get hyped Come to do shows, my slang sound right, secretary type Back-flip on the mic I'm the poor black man workin' hard for the grand I understand clear, don't fear Peep my new gear, it's different from yours My style drop like drawers, you see me on tours Don't you wait to say, "Peace", the kid from the street Put my technology on the track, just then the core attack Wu article, Cappa, five, CD attack But my talk stay jive, Killa Beehive Bermuda my life angle, rectangle gold fronts Bring the gold bangle, never make me throw darts Check out my arts, when I release my smarts Hot like Pop Tarts, aim me at the charts [Outro: Dom Pachino & Tekitha] It's gonna stay here, let you use me Yo, relax, now just relax for real Relax, you all tensed up Act like a motherfucker ready to cut your throat or some shit Nah, I'm not gonna let happen You smell good and all that too, man, what you got on? Victoria's Secret That's how you get down? You always do me right, man A-yo, go down a little bit Down? Yeah, get down, do it lower Yeah, yeah, yeah, around there damn, man Your ass is tense I know, shit-shit is real for a nigga right now, know what I mean? I'm tellin' my niggas, man Nobody be doin' me like shorty Every time I go over to shorty lab She cook me somethin' know what I mean? Treat a nigga right Rub me down with that Coco lotion You doin' me right You doin' me right, right now I'm tellin' you You home, nigga? Yo, he Shampoo for a nigga right there