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Intro: [LP Version] 

He looks determined without being ruthless 
Something heroic in this man  there's a courage about him 
Doesn't look like a killer 
Comes across so calm  acts like he has a dream 
Full of passion 

You don't trust me huh? 
Well you know why 
I do  we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway 

Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef 

Knock niggaz out the box all the time 
Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah 
Big ones, yeah, big fuckers 
Straight up, fuck your whole team 
Yeah bust it 
Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz 

Chorus: Raekwon the Chef 

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out 
It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto! 
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases 
Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces 

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef 

Thug related style attract millions 
Fans, they understand my plan 
Who's the kid up in the green Land? 
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose 
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised 
Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin 
Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin 
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps 
Raise a heavy generator 
But yo, guess who's the black Trump? 
Dough be flowin by the hour's 
Wu, we got the collars, scholars 
Word life, peace to power and my whole unit 
Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it 
Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic 

Chorus 

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef 

Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable 
Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue 
But this time is for the uninvited 
Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired 
Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine 
Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene 
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up 
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up 
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs 
Wit Mac-10's and broke friends 
Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do 
you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too? 
I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax 
niggaz lyrics is wack nigga 
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles 
You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped 
For real, it's just slang rap democracy 
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees 
Check the status, soon to see me at 
Caesar's Palace eatin salads 
We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas 
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell 
From where we at to my man's cell 
From staircase to stage, minimun wage 
But soon to get a article in RapPage 
But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac 
Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that 
And pardon the French but let me speak Italian 
Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin 
That means the island of Staten 
And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan 

Chorus 

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef 

I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza 
Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers 
Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones 
Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one 
upstairs, swithc like a chameleon 
Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children 
Leave the buildin 
Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure 
Like Lou Farigno on coke 
Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs 
Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs 
Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks 
On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots 
You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds 
Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds 
Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it 
Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it! 

Chorus 

...politic ditto 
...get lifted in the staircases

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