[Raekwon the Chef]. Scrape y'all motherfuckers. This is my word when you see us. When you see us flashing and shining. And building and adding on. Y'all niggaz just watch it hear me. Only ones that who we got respect for. Is them niggaz that we say peace to. Hear me pay attention put your shoes on. Yo my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again. Pirahna niggaz bite dick yo Son it's on again. What up he made a move try to assist it. Listen kid yo you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop. Back to the novel you Son it's logical. How you figure God what flow on the track flip the obstacle. Now my proposal rips the global. From California to courts it's over God so taste the soul food. Remember baggy jeans the Timberlands in November. Shorty called me Santa in December. But guess what my Wally's got messed up. Autograph pressed up what blessed enough to blow your rest up. We scrape that Land O' Lake that. My dolo rapper get you sent back. Represent the gentlemens who bent that. Flash medallions like Italians la costra nostra. We movin through your hood like we supposed ta flexin. Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement. So keep the bust the gun Boo. Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents. Add on the billboard sloan. Check it now you get the gold dick award. It's like jail and it's the sixth floor. Test me floating in the S.E. now let's see. Half of y'all niggaz built your vine from my stress tree. Faggots homos yo my flavor liver than a dobo. Stay militant kid twist ya like bolo. You fucking idiot playing with my Clan but you be fearin it. Fake one I'm guaranteed to make you take one. Please y'all niggaz money's gettin low. But could you come back though set up shop and get the fat glow?. Tired of y'all mostly inspired by y'all. So what the deal now link up with us or put your shield down. Faggot (bitch) you fuck around punk (seven fifteen). We battle for cream nigga. [RZA]. You want a pound crab? Nah let his hand swing. I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings. No more said knew your chump ass was dead. When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead. It's Wu-Tang nigga ain't nuttin changed nigga. Still shame on a nigga who tried to run game. Your version of perversion fuckin bitches on Persian rugs. Washin niggaz like detergent it's the surgeon. Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge. Front page "Daily Chronicle" reads. "Hell up in Gotham take heed and protect yo' seeds". You fall like autumn leaves you lack tranquility. in your rap utilities to fuck with the abilities. Race like a sperm cell to the ovary. Microphone post tone like a rotary phone. Ancient poems and poetry old sloans. Explosive head bullets black hooded. Timberland footed ninjas who full metal jacket clips. And know how to put it in you. Surrender your goods and your merchandise. For no purchase price I'm certainly a heist. For your ice and curtains and vice. Come quietly Wu-Tang Clan rules society. Because of variety so maintain your high anxiety. And lead them to defy me diary ya Irie? .... I need 18 points for my next joint this high annointed king. To make a deal I be the one to appoint. Steve Rifkind must have been sniffin. To catch somethin so dope it left Monica Lynch pussy drippin. I fuck hundreds of bitches and split millions of dollars. And built with thousands of scholars. My life saga from the hill to the harbor. Legal kid brown in Nicaragua. Gave birth to MC's thieves and bank robbers. We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips. And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips. Fancy delicatessens and the world's best refreshment. But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons. Or my queen and my seeds in the home that I rest in. Enter my zone get blown to 99 sections. [Method Man]. This rhyme has no limitations this time there's no hesitation. Collecting minds at the door you want it niggaz it's yours. The flavors raw what the fuck you think I'm flowing for. It's rhyme and reason bite the bullet. Niggaz is foul and it's duck season. We at odds 'til we even motherfucker. Bad asses high times lower classes. Taste mine straight shots in dirty glasses. Bring it to him room service under pressure. And mad nervy wavin guns at the clergy. Ticallion we ain't worried. Keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty. Picture this watch the birdy. These bastards is Ol and Dirty. With sharp pins that be stabbing you. Pins and needles needles and pins. Nuff said dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled'. As I race track with thoroughbreds duckin the feds. [Raekwon the Chef]. Yo my ice look fly up on the keyboard son. Niggaz ran up on me law praising what we do by the lords. That's right exile the fake hit them niggaz like weight. Feed 'em food let the fake evaporate. Reconstruction that's the whole science on my production. Y'all niggas guess who stuck son left his nuts hungs. Switch finger itch starin at you like a bitch. Maybe y'all niggaz snitched. Youse a loner Adidas shell top while I. sip a Corona read the Robb Report then bone her. Buy you some jewels here's some food. Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo check out the analoo. We in the mushrooms chased the high neck in the custom. Baggy jeans thick ropes god sliding through customs. Chill y'all niggaz know what time it is. James Bond Beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon. check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan. He caught a slug for lyin. Yeah you was lyin where's the cash cryin. Militia rollin in position. Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian. Lex retali' back whistlin.. fake fucks {*echoes*}