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    Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang

    [Movie Sample]

    Master!

    Don't stop.. hmmm
    The Shaolin deliberately tried to use the lord
    To learn our Wu-Tang sword fighting!

    The Shaolin would never do that!

    Wouldn't you? The Shaolin have always looked down at us
    Are you afraid the Wu-Tang would become more famous than you?

    You?

    So you used your Shaolin poison to set up my master and deliberately frame me!

    That's nonsense!

    It's not nonsense! I saw it myself!

    Nonsense! The Shaolin have nothing to fear from the Wu-Tang but our swordfight

    (Raekwon)

    What the fuck is going on?
    Come on! Let go of the ratchet, son, come on, let's go! Come on!

    Villagers, gangstas, pillagers, paintbrushes
    New whips, blue fifths, Louis Shallah shit
    Ostrich turtlenecks, the Chef, already reps
    Lean off the petty jets, we buy the very best
    Outfits, powerful rich, pouncers, camel clips
    One bump, two lumps, the shotgun, a new jumpsuit
    With flyish 'Berg, buying herb, new kick, designer birds
    She on, and we up, let's re-up, and free'd up
    Jakes hate it, Rae made it, Clientele, we gon' sell
    You gon' starve, he gon' jail, night boots, swim with whales
    Better snub, surgical leather gloves, never loved
    We gon' kill, take it to the Hill, we forever real
    Old grudges, old luggage, you ill with no budget
    You shoot and we spray, kill off them old buzzards
    We love it, can't stand it, you hid, the Wu Manual
    We found it, stay grounded, we will, we still scrambling

    [Movie sample]

    Hold your fire!

    You two traitors!
    You've mixed the Shaolin and Wu-Tang

    No, we have not, it's just that they're the same

    That's right, my Lord
    You misunderstand our kung-fu work
    It doesn't belong to anybody, IT EVOLVES!

    Kill 'em!

    (Raekwon)

    The wrist lifter, the grave sitter, baby sitter
    The jar twister, open the vault, call your sister
    The Pyrex, the up in the five, live as Twister
    Blunt rolling, only a robe on, some whispers
    Knee slapper, the gat packer, blackjacker
    Extortionist, friendly as fuck, Bob and Back-lund
    Ones folded over the stove, gold Rover
    The gear dresser, the chop bagger, Marvin Haggler
    Rap stabber, eat you alive, gold tarantula
    Sixteen paces and blow, hold the heckler
    Tints down, Axel Foley, stolen Roley
    All ya niggas that know me, y'all owe me

    [Movie sample]

    I don't give a damn! Listen

    Hahaha, And I'll kill anyone, who dares to go against me


    Every Soldier in the Hood


    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)

    Yo, yo, yo, yo
    Not moving, soon
    Don't stand over there
    Shaolin over here, chill, chill, chill, police, man

    [Chorus 2X]

    (Raekwon)

    To every soldier in the hood, go in
    To every real nigga holding, keep your ones on, folding
    Take it from a ninja and strive, stay alive
    Keep rolling, and keep your guns on swollen

    (Raekwon)

    Ayo, joint loaded, Lotus, big chain cobras
    Cloth the certain way, notice
    My style's new now, with generals Luau, drugs, guns
    Chilling on the cool out, don't make me pop you, this is not cool
    Guaranteed to give you something that works, your dump in the dirt
    Shitting up blood, fingers is burnt
    Many cycles when you fight in my wolves, it's like Michael and the Bulls
    See a flying piece of iron, no lying
    No fib and no bullshitting, the shines is forbidden
    We like Crouching Tiger, you just a fucking kitten
    Bout to get that wig re-open and then smoked in
    Bitches is watching, snatch you in the open, yo
    Twenty-four, seven, we legends, the myth, the riff, the gift
    Shaolin bounded with more wiff
    Clap 'em with them get down boys, we call them, them niggas
    Who want it with us, we the belt holders in the business

    [Chorus 2X]

    (Method Man)

    Yo, ay, the streets be calling and shit
    A lot of veterans be calling it quits
    They be calling my flow ill, but still I'm never calling in sick
    This is Meth Man, New York niggas calling me piff
    Fuck the cops that be calling me Cliff, flag me down on the Concord
    Police dogs all up in my whip
    I get cake, women all in mix, they wanna jump in the six
    And groupie niggas wanna jump in your flicks
    We live the life, Scarfaces and guns, I used to fight for crumbs
    Throw an ace, kick the dice and run
    Plead your case, you ain't nice as son, I got the drive to win
    So where you niggas get your license from?
    Bite an ear, Mike Tyson, uh, that means dough and my nose itch
    And coke fiends is blowing they noses
    My team got C.R.E.A.M. and you know this
    So nigga get yours, before the door to opportunity closes

    [Chorus 2X]

    Silver Rings

    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)

    Niggas is sitting around, selling it for money
    What the fuck is that? Chill chill what up?
    Stop playing, man, man, you know what it is, man
    Fuck that, you know what it is, yo, nigga what up?
    Where that money? Man, yo, yo, yo, come here!
    Stop acting like you don't know, you already know

    (Raekwon)

    Ayo, Indian head, jury
    Out in Egypt with the wrists of fury
    Spanking bracelet, rocking Asics
    Trick bandit, Ghost is brick granite
    At the U.S. Open with my whole len, slapping up fifty scramblers
    Niggas said the II was classic, a lot of crack is in the game, yo
    But your shit is the only lasting
    C.R.E.A.M. rap, militant flow, combination with Swahili and dough
    Guaranteed we does that, in the beast like pizzas
    All I know is reefer and street stuff
    Stay fly, moving in fleece, what?
    Traveling the continents with confidence
    Cuban Linx III coming, don't know when, but the time is running

    [sample]

    (Ol' Dirty Bastard from "As High As Wu-Tang Get")

    Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duhhhh
    You bitch ass niggas...


    (Ghostface Killah)

    By any means on, Ron O'Neal lean on
    Freestyle, you want it from Ghost? Then throw C.R.E.A.M. on
    Suited up, smelling like Fahrenheit with jeans on
    Knock the rice out a wedding, come and get your bling on
    Next winter we in Allah cabins, small baggage, more savage
    Central Park killas, that equals more stabbings
    You read the papers, more horrors like Amityville
    Profanity kills, you like lint on a raggedy silk
    We rock bulls, rock jewels, you heard the interludes
    Blow up beds in a fifty yard swimming pool
    Jumping out of planes for dough, Gucci parachutes
    Abdul Raheem written across is the attribute
    Suede loafers, 'Lo scarves, my little grandson want
    The 20-10 Mercedes-Benz go kart
    So he can pull out the lollipop keys on 'em
    His pops'll push the Bugatti drop V on 'em
    Stampede on 'em, Rap Playoffs got a three-nothing lead on 'em
    Sparking emcees like we quoting our degrees on 'em

    [chorus]


    Chop Chop Ninja

    [Movie sample]

    I want them to fight!

    Sister... sister, get out of there!

    If you kill them, we'll never know who's the best

    [Chorus]

    (Estelle)

    What are the true keys to being a ninja?
    Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence, ah
    What are the true keys to being a ninja?
    Dressed in all black, perfect vision, and that movement is in silence
    This is Shaolin (Shaolin) this is Shaolin (Shaolin)
    This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin
    This is Shaolin, this is Shaolin
    This is Shaolin, Shaolin, Shaolin

    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)

    Get away from there
    shit
    Want to believe it
    Yeah, oh shit
    Fresh from the lands of Shaolin, nigga
    Check this shit out, man, yo

    (Raekwon)

    He threw a kick at me, I back-slapped him, I pulled out the mack
    He kicked it out of my hand, how real that?
    Yo, a place where niggas get it on at
    I think it evolved around three hundred raps, thirty stacks
    He had black on, yup, I was dusted, with all of my bangles on
    Two rings clustered, shorty black
    He was there, this my nigga, check the bullshit, he jabbed China Man
    He threw a sword right through his wool shit
    Now he throwing stars at the kid, I'm jumping over my car, yo
    Trying to get to my glove box and shit
    Got the door open, gash in my Caesar, my sneakers got red on it
    Know that's blood, he threw a piece of a chain with a long blade on it
    And a nigga was buckwild, I'm ducking and dodging
    Trying to stick 'em with my little blade, Rae in some trouble
    I got to the glove box, I threw two shots, he disappeared

    [Chorus]

    (Inspectah Deck)

    I stay there like it ain't nothing to face fear
    Flowers by the grave of the niggas who say where
    I'm straight tear, tell them don't play fair
    Fear retaliation, I'ma shake 'em just for scraping my suede pair
    He told me "Yo, wait right here, son, I been there"
    Rip your pockets off plus nut in your dame hair
    Broad day, even with Jake there, serious
    Last time you saw me I was rocking the same stare
    Do or die, you or I, cousin, I pray for you
    Forgive me for my sins, father, this is what they made me do
    Nonsense cause me to slay the fool, rather than play the pool
    I resort to waving the gauge at you

    [Chorus]

    (Raekwon)

    The year of the bullshit, why me? The nigga had Asics on
    A three hundred dollar pair, B
    You don't scare me, wiping blood, hear me?
    He laugh with a sinister grin, the sun went down, this is grim
    Now I'm sweating, still repping my square, you probably under a chair
    Black hood on and sporting a gray beard

    (Inspectah Deck)

    Respect mine, or there go your head line
    A nigga got caught up, and left naked sporting a necktie
    Skip town slide to west side, CSI riding on my hides
    So I'm out til next time

    [Chorus x3]

    (Estelle)

    Ha-ah, ha-ha-ah
    Ha-ah, oooh-oooh-ooh-ooooooh









    more coming...

    Last edited by brock; 03-05-2011 at 05:35 AM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by beautifulrock View Post


    Master!

    Don't stop.. hmmm

    no homo


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    Butter Knives

    [movie sample]

    They say he's a swordsman (2x)

    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)

    Back to that fly shit, Silicone Valley good shit right here boy
    More money on this rhyme right here boy
    Take y'all back to the front of the muthafucking 1-6-Ooh shit
    Yo lord that first Wu shit
    You know what it is man, it's that muthafuckin'
    Special made high powered special made forces
    What up what up what up, ayo, ayo

    (Raekwon)

    Chef that fly with a meat cleaver, swing on a young nigga
    Smack flames at him, no gun neither
    Leave him with a bump, what the fuck

    "They say he's a swordsman"
    Get that little, nigga

    Who give a fuck if he's a swordsman, I'm a gunman,
    I run from nothing
    Chain came from rent days and pumping
    Wire cell with Velours on, drawers is colorful
    I do this, forever nigga, raw style
    Lighting Phillies, fly by willies,
    Can't come through unless your vehicle three hundred chain silly
    Laying in the park with the killas, the coupes and villains
    No rims, we just ball for the millions
    The emperor of slang lords, kings get clapped in they dome
    Get your throne rushed, and I ain't got a gun on
    High power ninjas who touch you, lay a gun on
    Drinking with the best of the hustle

    [Chorus]

    (Raekwon)

    I got butter knives, like you got butter knives
    Come through huddling, run through the spot thirty times
    All my niggas old school robbers, do what it do
    I got a sixty-two, a black pair of goggles
    Fila approachers, the Bee Hives, the vultures and the roasters
    Can't come through and see the toasters
    It's going down, only in the town
    Your heart get tested, and gun play is only an investment

    (Raekwon)

    Flying shooters, eyewear Rugers
    Stars and swords in front of the building, five thousand students
    Cocaine cops they know him

    "They say he's a swordsman"

    You already know that, man
    Diamond up, double O sevens, come through, 1-8-7
    Back to the Hill in a second, yeah
    Sons jump in front of them bullets, push me up in the bullet
    Stay cool, I got shit, where ya weapon?
    Hurricane slammers, earthquake clips and cannons
    Back of the building, with the jammers
    Live well, eat well, welcome to the Terrordome, sleep well
    If you don't like beef than keep shells
    I flow with the souls of sharks and criminals in they heart
    Play parts of this in detail
    Well carried mannered, blampers, ninjas black down
    Pop up on spots and vanished

    "They say he's a swordsman"

    [Chorus]

    [Outro]

    Get down, Lord!

    "They say he's a swordsman!"


    Snake Pond

    [movie sample]

    Very good!

    Who are you?

    We are from the Wu-Tang

    Shaolin's the foundation
    From which all kung-fu springs

    Buddha's name be praised

    (Raekwon)

    I met him by Snake Pond, my hand on the flamer, my bomb
    I parked the gray ghost, then lit up the bong
    It's nightfall, nothing here, nothing to fear
    Just got things to touch on, then he walked up weird
    Walked in frail as stale, his eyes were soft
    His face was pale, I looked at him kneel
    Just wanna talk, you a deer, starting chasing him
    He jumped in the tree, had grass in his ear

    I'ma kill you nigga, you gonna have to come down

    Little did he know I was a leader, a full bred eater
    Jump in new V's, shopping, had the fever
    Next stop Starbucks and Spiegels, Jags had diesel
    Then she walked in, fly little diva
    Niggas on the scheme for your gleam, they come from your school
    A bunch of snake bites, they bitch smacked Shareen
    She slid in the '09 Beemer, with that sex whore Sabrina
    Forging checks, live in Medina
    Thanks for the info, my kin-folk, listen, Ms. Window
    With the big pimple on her temple
    Any more knowledge is college, you gave enough to be bounced now
    She shot up in Chipotle, don't quote me
    917, 646, you know it's war bitch, can't dress for nothing, she frontin'
    Took a piss, roll up, let's twist, pulled down my pants
    Good look, and shot through her tits
    Now I gotta picture who I'm looking for, fake ass Brooklyn boy
    I know his fucking family, fuck 'em all
    I used to love brothers, now I hate 'em
    Mostly them gator boys, who stunting and they never seen nathan
    Me and my real soldiers who started it, won't play part of it
    But I'ma get to the bottom, I got 'em
    Newspapers saying they shot 'em, but on the low
    I heard he shot himself

    A trip, yo, the poison me, I come from the poison V's
    Where mothers run old nightclubs with tons of keys
    Old lady holding them G's, dope fiends, holes in they jeans
    Magicians that can make blow green
    I know his whole team, no craze, dough so low

    I hit 'em off mean, now he wanna hold me, no go B

    Crane Style


    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)

    Come on, man, you a wild dude, Chef
    Talk to them niggas, man, stop playing, man
    For real, man

    (Raekwon)

    Redskin leather, Indian sex
    Pair of fresh Moc's on, lighting lay on my flesh
    Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Cru'
    All my niggas do what I got 'em for
    Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme
    Lines is nothing, blunt out, fuck him
    All we know is jury and I mashed that, everybody excited
    To see whatever bling gon' smash that
    Clever, more like a fox and ox together
    Two stainless glocks, rocks and a feather
    Yeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot at
    Anything that move, and move out America
    And all we ever want is needed, seen it
    Like a young Filipino in Kuwait getting treated
    Heavy horror armor, spike a bitch like her
    Half a pound of good weed, then float through Gowanus
    Brilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the Apple
    Flooded up, Warridge wackos
    Park Hillians getting hillions, that means millions
    All on feet like Nigerian

    (Busta Rhymes)

    Shallah, I got 'em
    Heatseeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, nigga
    Sizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide,
    Bitch try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no

    I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo

    Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene
    I'm spitting, burn a hole through the speaker,
    And start melting the street up
    Somebody please call the fire department
    And I'ma strong believer, y'all know that I ain't the one to start with
    Cuz once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell
    My fangs bleed and we ??? them up like ox tail
    Y'all see what's happening, y'all know what the truth is
    Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this
    Cuz once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers
    Throw them in the trash, they ain't no recycling bin for rappers
    I microphone control, it's the current dominant factor
    The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone
    Last edited by brock; 03-02-2011 at 08:12 PM.

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    Rock N Roll

    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)


    What up, what up?

    Yeah.. this is another one! Let's go, nigga
    Raekwon... turn it up... Shallah, what up
    Yeah... all my niggas been waiting for this one
    What's going on, man? What is it?

    [Chorus]


    (Kobe)


    Hey lil' mama, I got some of that Ba-Bon Jovi, you know me

    Have you flying in the air like you living on a bird now
    We on the corner serving that rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
    Posted on the corner, with that rock and roll, rock and roll

    [Raekwon]


    Willie Nelson nigga, we run flusty, Crocodile hat

    Cowboy rap, hammer game trusty
    Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca retire in a yacht
    With the middle name Lex, pop my llama
    Movies get made in HD, me against your eighty-three
    I'ma scout face it, so scrape me
    It's nothing you can do with my real niggas
    Not the ones I rest my head with, my son a real dude piranha
    Yup, two wheel scooters, the new rugers
    Floating through the Beverly Center
    Counting ten up with my shooter
    All of these is high powered, Bob Dylan style, my nigga
    Posted up, yeah, front and then master child
    Titanium hustler, switch color, most of them rich brothers'll
    Hold they own, fuck it and switch numbers
    Luggage's, the real shit, who kill shit
    Niggas is nothing, blow a blunt and we peel shit, what?

    [Chorus]


    (Kobe)


    Hey, little mama, I got some of that, Ba-Bon Jovi, you know me

    Have you flying in the air, like you living on a bird now
    We on the corner serving that rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
    Posted on the corner, with that rock and roll, rock and roll
    Hey, little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger
    Yeah, I bet it will blast ya
    Now take a hit of this rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
    It's some powerful shit!

    (Ghostface Killah)


    Yo, everything platinum, even my baggage

    You want a platinum rock? Then go see Larry
    He got the yellow hat, yellow Maxes Air, looking like me
    With a yellow back, pretty long hair
    Suck a dick like the wind stepping
    With Bobby Brown on speed dial, his ex dial stay on the check-in
    I got that Mickey, baby, little mama
    I got the bomb, call me Tom Brady
    Move like a running back, 21 Tomlinson
    Know how to push it back, you should pay homage'in
    Shit is too potent, make you feel like vomiting
    Your black white birds can give me five like Donovan
    Pop the champagne for the illest hustler in the game
    I got the Pink Floyd eyes on all day
    And I ain't even mention my deals yet
    Cuz I don't wanna have you freaked out over this real shit

    [Chorus]


    (Kobe)


    Hey, little mama, I got some of that, Ba-Bon Jovi, you know me

    Have you flying in the air, like you living on a bird now
    We on the corner serving that rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
    Posted on the corner, with that rock and roll, rock and roll
    Hey, little mama, have you ever took a hit of Mick Jagger
    Yeah, I bet it will blast ya
    Now take a hit of this rock and roll, rock and roll, rock and roll
    It's some powerful shit!

    (Jim Jones)


    Rock star like you Red Hot Chili Peppers

    I can't front this red drop got me feeling extra
    I drop the top so I can show the stones
    I got the sour so I'm Rolling Stones
    I'm popping shit on my mobile phone
    I never slip cuz I keep the fully loaded chrome
    And half my niggas need to stay a fam
    That's why we pour liquor for the Grateful Dead (we miss you)
    And where I'm from it's either Guns or Roses
    And fuck with me, you need a bunch of roses
    And lord knows I keep the Led Zeppelin
    A nigga front and then we back wrestling
    And you can tell when bitches feeling me
    We got that white girl, nigga, Sheila E.
    Diplomats, we the eagle
    We finna be greater than The Beatles, go

    [Chorus]


    [Movie sample]


    And Brother Chin-Chang, I'm sorry, hehe

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    Rich and Black

    [sample]


    And regardless to how much power you have

    When God sends prophets and messengers
    They don't care nothing about your power
    Because they come from THE power

    (Nas)


    Rare nigga, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst blunder

    Feds tapped the number
    Jury Jacqueline Onassis could appreciate
    Weed to alleviate the pain, Eddie Kane, Richard Pryor, pinky ring
    Watch ya conduct nigga, full pardons for my niggaz that's livin'
    You guessed it, models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic
    Love 'em but can't trust 'em
    Hate 'em but won't bust 'em
    Cake in the savings, spinning wisdom it's like a custom
    Tats of Hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar
    I got more to lose than you do, but I'm a rider
    When did the rules change? Y'all livin' trendy on pennies
    Meetin' deadlines with ease, no gain
    You fire, I'm butane, gave the Timbs ostrich belts
    These are the times that I surprise myself
    My niggaz lookin' like Black Crowes at packed shows
    The don voice stay pristine like I'm still 17

    (Raekwon)


    I'm rick, black, African, rockin' a golden mack

    Trailing leather Gucci leggings on my back
    Willied by some hoodlum in the trench
    Rinse these niggaz, 86 gazelles, dicing their defense
    Mike Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, it's a rifle
    16 ways to shoot you through your Chrysler duke
    Exhalin' with niggaz the jails argue
    bring the best niggaz to the table, I'll sick 4 of my whales on you
    Custom wooded speakers rock Elise's
    Run from polices, dump on creatures, holidays with preachers
    Stainless Steel watches ostrich turtlenecks, Here's the deal
    If we can't come in, they can't have the field
    Bones ya Sisco, murder instrumentals
    Kanye porsche rap, how many horses live official?
    I run with generals that flash Uzis in interviews
    My shit is deep we fly swimming dude

    (Nas)


    Verse 2 gotta be all murder just like the first verse

    Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer
    Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm B
    Yellow like New York City piss stained concrete

    (Raekwon)


    That's right yo, who voted toastin' in the wind?

    Las Vegas odors, what you know
    Leave it right here, we go to the Lotus
    Put a package on your head, be promoted
    Keys in effect, paying these dumb fuckin' D's offa donuts

    [sample]


    I hate to see you acting like a slave to get an advance here an advance there because somebody else controls your destiny.


    (Raekwon)


    I'm rich, black, umbrella calico captain

    Wes Craven with a blade and a black
    From hood ornaments, junkies win awards in my tournaments
    my shit is listed like informants pics
    ya know we order hits, planes fire, niggaz is sure to get ya
    whether in Costa Rica, Lisa she's sure to twist ya
    Eatin chow lo mein with chopsticks, Glocks with aim
    Watermelon chips, pop some pain
    From all the riches niggaz forcing out they feelings kid
    Whether in hallways or boats, now feel us kid
    Out in Alaska in the Astons remember my passion
    Hungry wolf who never eat in his castle
    Bolivian connects wrestlers yea
    Chef ambidextrous, quick to back you in like the Lexus shit
    Hunted by the FBI, we gracious
    More demonstrations shit is tough
    Milk it, carnation

    [sample]
    Last edited by brock; 03-05-2011 at 05:02 AM.

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    From the Hills

    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)


    Yeah, come on, man, aw shit

    It's that fly diabolical, come on
    Let's go Ra, come on
    I got to tell 'em, man, I got to tell 'em
    Based on a true story, y'all
    Yeah... prophets, nigga, prophet

    [Chorus]


    (Raheem DeVaughn)


    From the Hills of the Shaolin

    All the Wu-Tang came, from far and wide
    From the Hills, of the Shaolin
    With an iron fist of fury and a mighty sword
    To fulfill the prophecy of the Wu-Tang, of the Wu-Tang

    (Raekwon)


    In the Polo store, fronting in war clothes, it been like this

    From right in time when I was nine years old
    I was a hot mess, smoking cheeba, running with stolen speakers
    Dropped beepers, even wore a victory vest
    I run with niggas, digging knots from niggas, running out the school
    Stunting, back of the bus, flashing the ox
    Rock the V-Gooses, everything we wore was name brand
    Sold three looseys, just to get on call plan
    R.E.C. Poss' Rockers, the Blip Brothers
    Even the Spin Doctors, sat and smoke blunts, I been bopping
    All my kins blew up, we grew up with
    We used to do what? Running through the sewers and then shopping
    Pick pocket, deuce baby, take it in truce, baby
    You know how we do, come run in my boots, baby
    The niggas came through, touch the God, here Shallah
    Ever since went from ninjas to gem stars, sing Ra

    [Chorus]


    [Method Man]


    Reunited, another LP, we're all excited

    That reckless eyeballing will get your girl indicted
    My touch like Midas, I cramp your style, arthritis
    These niggas is food, I eat they food, nigga-ritis
    Your man don't snooze, insomniac
    This The W, the Clan don't lose, you putting hands on who?
    Hands down, I can handle you, you half man, half animals
    If you are what you eat, and eat pussy, you's a cannibal
    And stopping me, is what you cannot do
    Either get in the game, get out the way, or get ran right through
    I ain't different Method Man like you
    But you ain't like us, we play rough, my community tough
    And little kids in my community cuss
    Y'all be showing your guns, but the ones in my community bust
    And when they do, you give the jewelry up

    [Chorus]


    [Outro]


    (Raekwon)


    All the niggas came through

    Yeah, from the Hills, Park Hill, Shaolin
    Stapleton, New Brighton, nigga
    West Brighton, the Park, nigga
    Wu-Tang, South Beach, nigga
    Yeah, muthafucka, yo
    Last edited by brock; 03-06-2011 at 01:23 AM.

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    Last Trip to Scotland

    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)

    Yo

    What up man
    What's good
    Gimme the joint man
    Yea, nigga hold this money right here
    We already got it knocked out ya know
    Don't stress it
    We good
    "niggaz got mad coke inside a Luvs...Luvs Pamper box nigga"
    Ya niggaz is stupid

    (Raekwon)


    That nigga pussy doin pig Latin

    He can't come to the hood
    might kill him off top up in the Staten
    Son think he better than niggaz
    I think his rebels is resentful
    Tried to kill him in his rental
    He had an Idi Amin approach
    Hittin the roach, had a hunger face
    He drove his mom's 7 in the ocean
    He's a wild cowboy slangin' heron
    Who rock a dead arm
    Knock a DEA agent out his Chevron
    All of his Eli's machette'd up stainless

    [sample]


    never heard nothing, all you hear is the guns bangin'

    Rockin' pastel blazers with a shorty from Iceland
    Who old dad put 'em up on white sand
    Starving to make a wack debut he came through the lobby
    Three culture Devilles with him, a whitey
    This pathetic, braggin' monkey face faggot deaded
    Comin' through the stairs with blow in his mouth, desperate
    Watchin' him lookin' stupid, son know we on foot patrol
    Come through the hole, niggaz is swoopin'
    700 shots, all leather gloves, 6 thugs
    two had a mask on, they took 'em off what
    We got you now nigga knowin' you down
    Niggaz is foul, this is trauma king, by any means baow
    They pushed his face in, fell out his Saconies
    Snatched his homeys, took his Glock
    You gonna be my Tenderonies?

    (Lloyd Banks)


    Metal exchanges, the hoods a gun range

    Everybody's a target, depending on how you aim
    Dice games and ice chains, pennants spellin' your name
    OG's settin' the wrong example, tellin' the same
    Look at Shorty Shit Stain, grew up to be a fuckin' mess before his clique came
    He banged and never tucked his chest
    Project full of them thangs he caught the gun connect
    Ridin' round with A and Lou, Nino when they want respect
    Son cold, Nino want to show
    Everybody know they straight shippin' hood bitches to the bungalo
    Pillow talking led to birds talking
    Chattin' bout what happened and when and where they comin' back in
    Champagne slackin' traffickin' while they travel
    Word got back at old time friends and snakes rattled
    Two different 'burbans but the one that dropped the birds got tailed
    Information for the ones who light the steel got mill.
    Pussy power made the plans sour
    Apartment full of party powder outside a stakeout for hours
    Click clacks from big gats and rags
    soon as the door squeaks they runnin' up on the grass
    BANG FLASH shots right on path, broken glass
    Comedy of laughs while they haul ass with the bags
    Legends in my hood play back
    Twin Benz's whippin' in black
    and that was like the old Maybach
    Last edited by brock; 03-04-2011 at 10:05 PM.

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    Ferry Boat Killaz

    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)

    Yo, pass off, man
    You know what it is, man
    It's that shit, yo, Alchemist, what up?
    Good looking

    (Raekwon)


    Ferry Boat killas, Park Hillas, infra-red lasers
    On the top of the ceilings, can't sneak by
    Go downs is like blow hounds, we smother the block
    Jumping in front of cars, lending niggas four pounds
    Walk, keep it moving, yo, hop in the range
    I know you real, cuz I raised you, not gon' front on your aim
    We spit together, rocking wrist lights, stunting, right in front of the parking lot
    I'm like that shark wearing, lighting, been Niking
    One bling, two bling no, only Boeings
    And trips to Australia, yo, my niggas is smoke fiends
    Fucking every part of the planet, slam a forty with a salmon
    Hit your ho on target, we family
    These are big niggaz, grown men, who travel the world
    Calling global drug dealing niggas, moguls
    Never locals, only courts I now is sobel
    And this is real nigga food, Chef giving out his soul food

    [Interlude]


    (Raekwon)

    Get a plate, man, for real, man
    Come eat, man

    (Raekwon)


    Bulldogs they calling, phantom doors lift up, crawl in
    Kiss Shallah hand in the Holland
    Larry and his guns is weird, six hundred onions a year
    No more running, see the morgue, shorty
    Wild nights, Krugin' and cats, animal jackets and axes
    Bulletproof buses, forty backs
    Niggas is Romans, then turn around and they gone then
    Hoods is paro', niggas is logged in
    Channel to channel, hammer to hammer
    Rock a bandana knife like Rambo on the scrambler
    Get high, trust your trigger man, logic is the bigger man
    Get shit done, hit Orlando
    New improved killas is beemer, plasma walls with the ninas
    Stick your arm in the back, you jinx
    Thirty seven, three one five, eleven oh nine
    With two T's, it's like rolling up new trees

    [Outro]


    (Raekwon)


    Light up, man, light up, man

    Open that nigga, I'ma blow ya, I'ma give ya a hundred, nigga
    Just for that right there, my arm is...

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    Dart School

    Open that fucking safe man

    Yo lord yo nigga what up
    All this shit right here we got it man
    Turn this shit down man
    This school is the hardest school b
    "What dart school?"
    We gotta get it ??? all the time man

    (Raekwon)


    So much colors on my ice freeze the ghetto man

    Me and my microphone knifed up in the Meadowlands
    Skinny chain on, family, that's 30 grand
    Dirty crown in position yea worthy man
    Bezzles is like metals nigga hold the phantom
    convertible roof hard headed angry Amber
    If I'm pitchin' givin' bricks out the baby Rambo
    I'm on rodeo, we yayo 50 baby hammers
    The new shits that blow a building up, crazy damage
    If there's priors I dig my own dirt, spray the cameras
    So many soldiers know soft niggaz 80 slammers
    We run wild like lil gazelles and baby pandas
    Sport nigga with his gun rum, crazy gamblers
    I'm uptown frontin' the fiends know who gave me grandice
    So when it's over I'ma fly to my lady mansion
    And get riced up some Japanese baby Salmon

    [Chorus] x2


    Blowin' holes in ya Teepee little wise ass

    we disguised as some niggaz who will ride blast
    Paintin' thousands of pictures, this my drive smash
    Guillotines, Wu-Marines, Fly assassins

    (Raekwon)


    Back a dog and his mic, gimme my gwop homey

    I rhyme for under the stairs niggaz that hate phoneys
    Keep it funky, I got to, It's kings only
    Timberlands, hard denims rings only
    Rock a big ass gun when ya come for me
    Your president and your country yellin' big dummy
    Chef a fly ass nigga, he cook every Sunday
    He had a beef on the run, what made the shit ugly?
    I had on alligator Clarks camouflage rugby
    Bad bitch from Brazil who fucked, never sucked me
    We was coolin' in the trunk section Throwin' bubbly
    Got my niggaz with the guns out, rollin' lovely
    when it's on you gonna remember Wu, you made 'em hungry
    Top 3 of the East nigga wha-what what B
    Pay for that meal for real max comfy
    or you'll be one of them niggaz to say ??sunk me??

    [chorus]

    Molasses

    [Intro]

    (Raekwon)

    Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
    (Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right?) Ice H2O
    (Ight, keep all that, keep all that) Keep our palace, nigga
    Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
    Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? (Murderous shit) Aiyo, aiyo

    (Raekwon)


    Word to the gold panamaras, and to the wood grain in my labo
    I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
    Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons
    When niggas catch visions of killing capos
    Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
    She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda
    See demons scheming, niggas get live in the Beacon
    I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman
    Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
    And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up
    We sell love slinging like Siemens, the snortable Beemers
    They love calling niggas names out, you screaming
    Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas'll grab Bust'
    Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups
    Catch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas
    With me, me and Britney, a dancer
    Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
    I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
    Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short
    Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk
    Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
    Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
    Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I'm cut from
    Is straight from a rich nigga genie

    [Chorus]x2

    (Raekwon)

    Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
    Army coats on, playing the benches
    Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
    Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow

    [Rick Ross]

    The fucking Juan Don, yeah, Su Wu-Tang

    Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
    The watch mother pearl weather seashells
    Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
    Twitter thug, I'm the townline strangler
    Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
    Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunk
    I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards
    Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers
    I give a fuck what you talking 'bout
    Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
    Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping
    Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing

    [Chorus]x2


    (Ghostface Killah)


    Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru'
    The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude
    Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eights
    With bald-heads, all live wires
    Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime
    We just left Un's, straight up
    And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud's
    Bought a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's
    IMAX Theatres, Astoria Waldorf
    Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off
    Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed
    Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o's
    And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shit
    Hidden in coffins, flying over seas
    And if you ever try to ruin my night
    I'ma make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite
    Shot caller, laying in big laws
    Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca
    Daytime hawk, a nasty street author
    Me, Rae and Rick, uzi'd out in the porches
    Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
    I'ma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
    Cuz I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
    Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run through

    [Chorus]x2


    [Outro]


    Army shit, nigga
    Camouflage, guerrilla shit, nigga
    You know what it is, man
    Yo, Lex, talk, yeah
    Where ya man at? Let's go
    Stay together, my nigga
    Last edited by brock; 03-05-2011 at 05:10 AM.

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    The Scroll

    Yeah, word, I heard about it, man

    Yeah, word, similar story, you know?

    (Raekwon)


    Regardless, we all ninjas, and got money,

    but the theme of the story
    Is yo, checking how they came for me

    (this is it, B)


    Kinda brief from the gold teeth era,

    bro dreaming on C.R.E.A.M.
    Complimentaries and beef
    I'm from the wild side, a militant was made by the foremost elite
    It sound good, brung my rifle shit, clean
    Met the others, lit a blunt, begin
    I'm like Nicole Kidman in the wind, niggas is wild, niggas is eat
    Then I chanced it, blood can always beat mud
    Mud is part of being thug, I guess it's advance, we from the street
    This is me, I'm ready to beat, whatever, we gon' off' it
    One time alone, yo, they pricked up Unique
    Meth standing there, rare hustler hair, right in front of the building
    Them niggas do them killings out there
    This is deep, me, Rebel, U-G, he walked in the room
    Scarf rap, pair of Timberlands, beat
    This the potion, roll the scroll out, speaked and another walked in
    Knowing now this is a thief
    We from the same voc's, this is like a pot roast
    Hottest niggas who rhyme, I know them from the time, this is not 'posed to happen
    Peace Black, we wasn't cool
    Threw the piece back, everything good, I lit the leaf, captain
    Got a mission, to make sure the world recognize our position
    I'm standing near the kitchen
    Shit just might work, I lit the stink, this could be the realest shit
    This could be the realest flip quick
    Everybody stand up in militant, army jackets down
    I said to myself, this the realest clique
    True champ, we gon' rep it through, keep it cool
    No boot camp, no hard work, just some loot, family
    All in, ball til you fall, loyal as ever
    I grab my leather, I'ma lay til you call

    [Chorus] x3


    (Raekwon)


    Generals, demons, nighttime, vultures

    Caught up on the ropes, let's team it
    Everybody seen it, Zenith, what you mean?
    Everybody C.R.E.A.M.'in', the all American dream

    Masters of Our Fate

    [sample]
    (Winston Churchill)

    Now we are the masters of our fate
    That the task which has been set us is not above our strength
    That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
    As long as we have faith in our cause and an unconquerable will-power
    Salvation will not be denied us
    Salvation will not be denied us
    Salvation will not be denied us
    We are the masters of our fate
    Long as we have faith, an unconquerable will-power
    Salvation will not be denied us

    (Raekwon)

    The time has come, I've just begun, this is designer rum
    My wallet got flowers on it, kill it cowards
    From the land, the stolen land, where gold chains control a man
    Three hundred holding hands, stolen grams
    I play the phantom, waving, leave that nigga for dead, or should I save him
    Spitting out phlegm, no, just grave them
    I remember days, I used work for niggas, eat jerk with niggas
    Buying whip, is laughing and joking, trying to flip
    Clip is loyal, fly spoil on the block, display royal
    Even though we go back to royals, black oils
    Live as ever, can't tell me nothing, whatever
    This thing of ours, is empowered by my niggas who pumping
    Twenty four hours of slang motion, wave brush
    Ya knew my hair was the ocean, running through the building
    Just negotion, some of the creeps
    Knew me very well, knew he would sell, knew he was potent

    [sample]

    Now we are the masters of our fate
    That the task which has been set us is not above our strength
    That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
    As long as we have faith in our cause and an unconquerable will-power
    Salvation will not be denied us

    [Black Thought]

    Ok, bridges I burn some, lessons I learn some
    Money, I spent some, lent some, earn some
    My eyes tell it, tell her the hell I return from
    Spark up an L from the homeys I haven't heard from
    Burn when the herbs come, I'm living large
    Never chilling on the curb, just a villain on the verge, son
    My tenth shot is as efficient as the third one
    Second one, first one, worse come to worse run
    When I was pushed out the womb, the Earth spun
    The only way to describe this is inertia

    Some rappers think they can try me, who the first up?
    I don't guarantee no survivors, niggas, surf's up
    Yeah, soul on ice, courage is sacrifice
    Hold on tight, and save your laughter for the afterlife
    These chumps thinking they good, ain't even half as nice
    Your fate'll be a one way ticket to paradise, what?

    [sample]

    Now we are the masters of our fate
    That the task which has been set us is not above our strength
    That its pangs and toils are not beyond our endurance
    As long as we have faith in our cause and an unconquerable will-power
    Salvation will not be denied us
    Salvation will not be denied us
    In the words of the Psalmist
    'He shall not be afraid of evil tidings
    his heart is fixed, trusting in the Lord.'



    Last edited by brock; 03-05-2011 at 05:32 AM.

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