Incarcerated Scarfaces Lyrics

Incarcerated Scarfaces lyrics

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