Incarcerated Scarfaces - Raekwon Lyrics - The Mix Tape, Vol. 1: 60 Minutes Of Funk - Funkmaster Flex

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 

Knock niggaz out the box all the time 

Bitches on my mother fuckin' records pah 

Big ones, yeah, big fuckers 

Straight up, fuck your whole team 

Yeah bust it, yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz 

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 

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-ass crews get demolished and bruised 

Fake be frontin', hourglass heads niggaz 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 niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut 

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 

Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable 

Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue 

But this time is for the uninvited 

Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin' fired 

Morphine sticks be burnin' like chlorine 

Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Green 

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 

With 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 too? 

I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax 

Niggaz lyrics is wack nigga 

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 shit sell 

From where we at to my man's cell 

From staircase to stage, minimun wage 

But soon to get a article in 'Rap Page' 

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 niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan 

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 

I do this for barber shop niggaz 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, switch like a chameleon 

Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or 

Leave your children, leave the buildin' 

Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure 

Like Lou Farigno on coke 

Yo, Africans denyin' niggaz 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 bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds 

Pussy's hurtin', they did it for a yard for the Feds 

Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it 

Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it! 

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 

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin' out 

It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! 

Get lifted in the staircases 

Peace incarcerated scarfaces 

Time is runnin' out 

Politic ditto 

Peace incarcerated scarfaces