Raekwon

Raekwon - Rakim Tribute lyrics

(feat. Ultra)

[Intro: Raekwon]

Yeah, what, what, yeah

Shout out the 18th letter, you know?

Word up... we gon' do it like this

And pay homage to the most livest

Yeah.. yo...

[Raekwon:]

I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smoke

Now I slam it when I'm done, give me my ten G coat

To perform another song, cuz I won't let

Nobody press up and mess up, the scene I wet

I like to stand in the crowd, and watch niggas wonder

Damn, then think about, then you wonder

Clan, they just rag shit, rip shit, bruise shit

Maybe that's the rap shit, I gotta prove shit

Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm

Now flip the beat up, convert it to a hip hop joint

Write a rhyme and graffiti in, every show you see me in

Deep concentration, swift like the beamer, kid

Go with the crowd, while my lyrics spit flames

I flow-tate the vowel, cuz it's all in my veins

Another remedy, fly niggas is enemy

Cuz I'm live as some rap niggas with energy

Now do it, cuz I'mma put the nine on pause

My sharks beaming, catch you on the side of the store

Call your bluff, make you stare in my face, ya team suck

Remember me? The one you got your ideas from

How soon you start to suffer, until you get stuck up

When you start to fuck up, that's when you get bucked up

Bitin me, you think you dope, I smash your boat, with bad coke

You should of wrote, because I ain't no joke

[Chorus x2: Ultra]

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have let you

Without a re-up to connect to

Think of all the weak product you slept through

Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you

[Raekwon:]

I was a fiend, before I was seventeen

I melt the microphone like blowing some evergreen

It's all in the making, from where hip hop was originated

Peace to the streets, the bubblers, mark & dated

Cuz I grab the mic, now I say "yes ya'll"

Ya'll yell 'scrape it', then I'mma say 'let's ball'

Come on, cool, cuz I'mma get on rep

Twist a 'dro on the speaker, pull the snub and then flex

Back to them crabs, ya'll niggas had ya'll laughs

And then I spaz on the rhymes I splashed

From back to your brother gun, then I grab the double pump

Then this the opposite, and ask if another come

Cuz I'mma get busy, get dough with my team, yup

I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?

I'm raging, rip up the stage and don't it amazing

Cuz every line is laid in

Caught up, thoughts are sort a, an addiction

Bags of pies, smell of bricks, kid

Vocals vocabulary, the stage is a suction

The mic is a draino, volcanos erupting

Lines overblowing, gradually glowing

Every thing is written in the cold, slick & coin'

Slide.. my thoughts'll glide

Forty-eight MAC's and knives

The invincible, microphone fiend, Raekwon

Spread the word, cuz it's on

B-E-R-E-A-L, a smooth operator with notorious crack sales

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