Power Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

[Raekwon] 

Take it off, sho' 'nough kid 

Take it off 

We gon' take it from the East to the West 

to the North to the South 

Show y'all what it's about 

Don't make me throw no gun in your mouth 

You know? 

How long is your CREAM? This long? 

Eh yo, his belt got karats in it 

Swift description, E-320 nigga pitchin 

Rock a raw dinosaur chain, hang to his thing 

It's like, he pump isolated, still cashin in CREAM 

Niggas in the hood hate him, drew a vase of him 

Blaze 'em, he actin like Shallah raisin him 

This is hydrogen, son ain't live as him 

He like Maguyver, chin 4 spies with him 

Roll relentless, desert that he hold is a gift wish 

Shash the list, give his miss dick 

Technique, operation: tech scream 

Bet CREAM, them alligators jet like a vet swing 

Nigga like Nicolas Cage with the gauge in your braids 

2 cannons that'll spray, rockin banana suede 

Suck this drunk alcohol dick 

Fuck y'all niggas with hits 

We bout to shit on y'all shit 

[Triflyn] 

Y'all brothas wanna call us out? 

Name names, otherwise it'd be the best to shut the fuck up 

Get pimp-smacked up, jacked up and macked up 

You're scared and froze of bein exposed 

I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor 

It's my borough, you don't want no problems 

I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside 

I ride the top, you glide the bottom 

Pitfall, 5 foot 9, my dick, balls 

Shit y'all, leave flat line to stick your's 

We flip off basic and brace it 

8 kills, 47 ways to taste it 

Never understand what you never been told 

You did your book bitin off of my scrolls 

We hit man, Colombo, coats and hats to match 

Bust off quick, and then, guns go back 

[Superb] 

I move like Arthur Ash against God 

4 raquets, 8 balls and no practice 

Every cypher's a heated discussion 

The industry was like a beat that needed precussion 

I brun the music, shit that make crews flip 

State that I'm the illest, this is Q.U. shit 

I used to heat-hole, now I'm takin over like the repo' 

Bitches that roll, Cee-Lo that'll sniff a kilo' 

We went from Frank's and greens to shanks and beans 

Now we drive our Navigators to banks in Queen's 

Y'all can't fuck around, your words ain't right 

Every time I touch the mic, they say "Perb ain't right" 

But that's the truth though, d'oh, infact that's it 

When they drop this shit, I'm gon' cop that shit 

The new star, you want me? I'm at the juice bar 

Y'all once hap' niggas, give me 2 stars 

[Chip Banks] 

I heard what y'all rappin about, but bring your stash out 

You shouldn't throw rocks if you livin in glass house 

Sneak your weak shit at us, on the low though 

Where these cats come from, speakin about po' 

He got cash to cop and I'm crashin {*car crashing*} 

But half of y'all cats just catchin up to Rae' last year 

Got guns in the jungle, call 'em Jurassic 

The chrome, the steel, the 20-shot plastic 

While y'all niggas cop jars, me and my niggas cop bars 

Gettin head from rock stars 

We blowin everything apart, I'm smashin the charts 

How I see it? (Yo, how you see it?) 

Chorus: Raekwon 

Eh yo, what you wanna be when you grow up? 

Yo, I wanna be a leader 

Slow your speed up and stop tryin to be us 

Say somethin always, got a future? Stay out the hallways 

And get yourself right, a 100 more ways 

[Rhyme Recca] 

Fly like iceberg, nice with verbs, precise words 

Bently swerve, hit the curb, jump out, cock back, spit out 

Shut your block down, get out, criminal route 

Gangsta shit, can't talk now, gun in your mouth 

Cream Team killas, cacoon cats like caterpillars 

Giant size gorillas, break niggas backs from the skrilla 

Scratch, greenback track, Fed's berserk 

That's my word, disrespect Recca, get what you deserve 

Inferno, melt down mic's, millionaire in my afterlife 

Broke bread with Christ on the last night 

Apocalypse, sleep with 4-5th, 2 clips 

Passport, cellphone with the removable micro-chip 

Specialist, 40-karat Sicillian necklace 

Matching bracelet, Cream Team crisp the basic