Verbal Intercourse
No tricks, no tricks, baby (yeah)
No tricks, no tricks y'all (ayy, yo, Rae)
Check it out y'all
It's the science (fly wonderful)
Yeah, y'all
Tony Starks and, um, Lex Diamonds
Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
Cream, my whole team is eatin' off this good shit
Word up
Good shit, nigga (I guess we celbratin')
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo, son
These kids mad, teach 'em how to rhyme (yo, you know my story right?)
Yeah, baby (show those crabs how to rhyme)
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
It's only like five percent out of a hundred
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
Do it to 'em, baby
Yo, 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, leavin' savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' 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 raunchy, the things I do is real, it never haunts me while
Funny style niggas 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, niggas 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
Perhaps bullets bust niggas 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 niggas buildin', like little children, starin'
Them older niggas ain't carin'
Sirens circlin', fiends are lurkin' in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas rockin' all the real worth
Police questionin', rooftop cats invested in
Tradin' in they Lexuses, GS's, sendin' messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords
With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs makin' me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas 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 wringer style
Your faggot-ass got bashed tryna turn the dial
You told your boo you was wilin'
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screamin', "I got juxed"
Sharpened toothbrushes, one-ninety mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashin' 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
Cream my whole team is eatin' off this good shit
(Word up, throw your hands up)
Good shit, nigga, next time don't overlook shit
(Cock back the MAC, say whatever your Hawaiin style)
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in the front pocket
(Exoticness, fly shit)
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
(Floatin' on the 95 in the wind)