Verbal Intercourse Lyrics

Verbal Intercourse lyrics

[Rae] No tricks, no tricks baby
[Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae
[Ghf] Check it out
y'all
[Nas] It's the science
[Ghf] Fly wonderful
[Rae] Yeah
y'all
[Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds
[Ghf] Tony Starks, my nigga
Nas
[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of shit
[Nas] For
all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean
[Ghf] Word up
[Rae] Good shit,
nigga next time, no more whatever shit
[Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be
mistaken
[Ghf] Word to the wise
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet
in your front pocket
[Ghf] All types of shit, yo son
[Rae] Rock it, RZA
Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Nas] Tell em it's on
right?
[Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas
niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a
hundred
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Do it to
em baby

Verse One: Nas

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

Verse
Two: Raekwon the Chef

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

Verse
Three: Ghostface Killer

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 fuck 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
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 ringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the
dial
You told your boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue,
your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone
books
Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes
190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing 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

[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off
this type of shit
[Ghf] Word up, throw your hands up
[Rae] Good shit,
nigga next time, no more whatever shit
[Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say
whatever
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front
pocket
[Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit
[Rae] RZA Chef
Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the
basement