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ghostface killah - verbal intercoarse lyrics

[rae] no tricks, no tricks baby
[nas] yeah, aiyyo rae
[ghf] check it out y’all
[nas] it’s the science
[ghf] fly wonderful
[rae] yeah y’all
[nas] tony starks and umm lex diamonds
[ghf] tony starks, my n-gg- nas
[rae] strength my whole team is eatin off this type of sh-t
[nas] for all the fake n-gg-z out there, yaknahmean
[ghf] word up
[rae] good sh-t, n-gg- next time, no more whatever sh-t
[nas] fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken
[ghf] word to the wise
[rae] keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
[ghf] all types of sh-t, yo son
[rae] rock it, rza chef ghost and nas n-gg-z is the prophet
[nas] tell em it’s on right?
[ghf] show those crabs how to rhyme
[rae] rza chef ghost and nas n-gg-z is the prophet
[ghf] it’s only like five percent out of a hundred
[rae] rza chef ghost and nas n-gg-z is the prophet
[ghf] do it to em baby

verse one: nas

through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
i unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
when i’m deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
smoke a gold leaf i hold heat, nonchalantly
i’m grungy, but things i do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style n-gg-z roll in the pile
rooster heads profile on a bus to riker’s isle
holdin weed inside they p-ssy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug’s wife
it’s like a cycle, n-gg-z come home, some’ll go in
do a bullet, come back, do the same sh-t again
from the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
guns salute life, rapidly, that’s the ritual

verse two: raekwon the chef

perhaps bullets bust n-gg-z discuss mad money
true lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates
in the building n-gg-z building, like little children starin
them older n-gg-z aint carin
sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your baggage
oh, one’s gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
in the woodwork, crack cells bubble like woolworth’s
in the projects, richest n-gg-z rockin all the real worth
police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
tradin in they lexus’ gs’s sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal’s crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords

verse three: ghostface killer

with the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
fiends found in lakes, jeolously jakes we shake
what i strive for is what i live for
infatuated by material things, and it’s wild like for war
like somewhere over the rainbow, i see a big pot of gold
future stacks yo i hold
thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
don’t keep jack in my lap, don’t wanna see tupac
got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops bad tony and the ball drop
in the now, i’m bangin n-gg-z for slide time
hurry up duke i’m next, show em mine
and what the f-ck is you looking at?
by the way young blood, hit me off with that green bay hat
watch your back inside the hall, new n-gg-z slide through
like doors yo, you’re starin in the mess hall
your adrenaline runs, cigarette n-gg-s be swindlin
new jacks surrenderin, come home not rememberin
made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
lookin gay in the yard, and you got hurt
flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer style
your f-ggot -ss got bashed tryin to turn the dial
you told your boo you was whylin
once you heard wu, out of the blue, your family’s from shaolin
high cl-ss cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
infirmary n-gg-s are screaming, “i got drugs!”
sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and sh-t
your man’s in the kitchen stashing ice picks
well i’ma end this with a big red cherry on top
me, nas and rae got the best product on the block

[rae] strength my whole team is eatin off this type of sh-t
[ghf] word up, throw your hands up
[rae] good sh-t, n-gg- next time, no more whatever sh-t
[ghf] c-ck back the mac an say whatever
[rae] keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
[ghf] your hawaiian’s stale, exoticness, fly sh-t
[rae] rza chef ghost and nas n-gg-z is the prophet
[ghf] floatin on in nine-five in the bas-m-nt

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