Raekwon 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 killer
Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream
Full of passion

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____z out the box all the time
b____es on my m_________in records Pah
Big ones, yeah, big f___ers
Straight up, f___ your whole team
Yeah bust it
Yo, yo, fly G.I. n____z

[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, hourglass heads n____z 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____z lick shots, peace Connecticut

[Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]
Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Real n____z raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the uninvited
Go head and rhyme to it, big n____ mics is gettin fired
Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine
n____z recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death 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 Tzu?
I probably wax, tax, smack rap n____z who fax
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 s___ 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____z carry gats and mad police from Manhattan

[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]
I do this for barber shop n____z 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, pass the cash or leave your children
Leave the buildin
n____z, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure
Like Lou Farigno on c__e
Yo, Africans denyin n____z 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____es who f___ dreds on Sudafeds
p____'s hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds
Word up cousin, n____, I seen it
Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it!

[Outro]
...politic ditto
...get lifted in the staircases