Verbal Intercourse

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.

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.

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 f**k 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.

Quote by Raekwon ft Ghostface Killah & Nas from Verbal Intercourse on the album Only built 4 Cuba Linx