Verbal Intercourse Lyrics - Raekwon The Chef

[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 nigga Nas 

[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit 

[Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean 

[Ghf] Word up 

[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit 

[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 shit, yo son 

[Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet 

[Nas] Tell em it's on right? 

[Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme 

[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet 

[Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a hundred 

[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz 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 niggaz roll in the pile 

Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle 

Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the 

pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife 

It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in 

Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit 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 niggaz 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 niggaz building, like little children starin 

Them older niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz for slide time 

Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em mine 

And what the fuck is you looking at? 

By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat 

Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through 

like doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall 

Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas 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 faggot ass 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 class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books 

Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!" 

Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit 

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 shit 

[Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up 

[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit 

[Ghf] Cock 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 shit 

[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet 

[Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the basement