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ghostface killah & raekwon - rap city freestyle lyrics

[ghostface k!llah]
my crew dipped down in leathers from perry ellis
drivin’ l.c.’s, movin’ like goodfellas
the stash well hidden in the cash box with a pad lock, stop!
slid uptown and bag a fox
now back to my projects where i settle
sportin’ gold medals, and guardin’ the base like graig nettles
for b-tches, talkin’ ’bout me, “that mc
he’s sold hundreds of copies of his song can it be?”
it’s ghostface, grab your gl-ss and toast to him
fake brothers that wanna get on approachin’ him
i got it locked, though, gun stuffed inside your nostril
or colossal rhymes, ???
check the poetry that strikes back like a robbery
generatin’ from the high-hats and herb tea

[raekwon]
yo, i pulverize wise guys who drive-by
my tape’s murderous, -n-lyze these wise guys
now, think, built 4 cuban link
ain’t ??? mink
come in the crib and check the golden sink
i’m livin’ luxury, constantly
here’s the renaissance, sponsor me
who run the rap world comfortably?
it be me and ghostface
and representin’ on the air, with my brother named joe clair

[joe clair]
yeah, yeah, i love that there
and when i come through the show, yeah, ya make it clear
that when i flow, you best act like you knew
we gambinos, yo, show ’em the whole flow

[ghostface k!llah]
yo, the set birth record on this rap tape
has no beginnin’, nor any of ya buddha gettin’ laced
seven eighths, a cappella, mozzarella, parmesan raps
stacked like cake racks, palm starts to scratch
only built 4 cuban brothers who pull strings
sportin’ big pieces of ice carved in rings
big chains hang like mics by the tail
throw flows like trash and the can’s stuffed ???
plus, record sales growin’ like long nails
shop at bloomingdales, skip bail, put l’s in the max jail
blow like a dryer, raw slice papayas in the caribbean
chillin’ with laced nigerians
i’m outside breathin’ allah, god bless my physical body
ever since i first p-ssed in potties
then took the stand of a young man
tony starks the first black man to bomb foreign lands
and fresher than salt-water tappy
i’mma bubble like shampoo, you know, brothers
who wanna do what? man, who? bring on your crew
my crew is like nick and scarface from scarface
al capone, maximilian, c-ck-eye, noodles
malcolm x, clarence x
-laughs-
you know what i’m sayin’?

- ghostface killah raekwon lyrics

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