Raekwon - Black Harrison lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon]

I really don't need to be fuckin wit ya right now

I need to movin around in the air, circle Manhattan

Real smooth

[Raekwon]

Here we go again son, black Harrison Ford on the run

One, beef in the field, it's real

Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock

Got the blue lazer, grill, like Martin Scorcese-ah

Jumpin outta limo's, expos, black rentals

Chasin niggas through the projects, polex

Mosien, 15 of us, five trucks

Crazy deluxe, found what, honor nigga right

Tailin us in boats and land, 40 calibur in my hand

Made the left... Lex fam

Sho enough what, hummer craft lookin up, what

Kid the chipped out flex now I'm stuck

Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him

Any ideas? Where he at, cops want him

Changin the gear the same foot wear

Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here

Fuck yea, we up there

Had a little drugs there, they was there

Pass it kid, Novacain caught a slug there

Had it mastered in fleis-school, nigga go whip a plane

Drivin land, map shit out, go to night school

Bronze star, feelin who we are

Half animal, whole lotta love, black God

Standin front and center, from here to winter

Grip the splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pip-it

Ready to hit somethin, pop shit wit somethin

Blow blimps on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it

Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like Greg Neddles

Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle

Hearin the horn of Josh, movin like the moss

Executive decision play large

Caught a blimp on the radar, screen him out

Fightin like like Julio Cazar, blaze ya

May day, may day, chasin me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way

Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya

[instrumental breakdown]

[Raekwon]

Part two kid, establish brain power, true did

Yo it's realer than a fuck now, ain't stupid

Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash

Brass this gat, TNT niggas on my ass

Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still

Clear my own shit, let the press ill, let's bill

Make it to the UN, doin bout a thousand in the blue Em

Frogmen, repped out cluein

Left all the American Express cards

Left the passports, time shit, shit up on in Escort

Bail 'em, bustin his joint, Chief O'Heara

That old, Louis McDarren, see the waves through the mirror

Spot that, hop that, through the top back

Ready to lock somethin, down for the cause, stop that

You play the king, I play the pawn, who the king of the Swarm

You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the firearm

Where a tunnel of fans stand, I knew I had little bits of love

Hopin it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy roxy scene

He clean though, American Cream Team let him leave

See the moral of the story, feelin me like

Mordon and Glory when they came for me

Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down

Handlin lines, know the time