Raekwon - Rakim Tribute Lyrics
(feat. Ultra)[Intro: Raekwon]Yeah, what, what, yeahShout out the 18th letter, you know?Word up... we gon' do it like thisAnd pay homage to the most livestYeah.. yo...[Raekwon:]I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smokeNow I slam it when I'm done, give me my ten G coatTo perform another song, cuz I won't letNobody press up and mess up, the scene I wetI like to stand in the crowd, and watch niggas wonderDamn, then think about, then you wonderClan, they just rag shit, rip shit, bruise shitMaybe that's the rap shit, I gotta prove shitEven if it's jazz or the quiet stormNow flip the beat up, convert it to a hip hop jointWrite a rhyme and graffiti in, every show you see me inDeep concentration, swift like the beamer, kidGo with the crowd, while my lyrics spit flamesI flow-tate the vowel, cuz it's all in my veinsAnother remedy, fly niggas is enemyCuz I'm live as some rap niggas with energyNow do it, cuz I'mma put the nine on pauseMy sharks beaming, catch you on the side of the storeCall your bluff, make you stare in my face, ya team suckRemember me? The one you got your ideas fromHow soon you start to suffer, until you get stuck upWhen you start to ***** up, that's when you get bucked upBitin me, you think you dope, I smash your boat, with bad cokeYou should of wrote, because I ain't no joke[Chorus x2: Ultra]It's been a long time, I shouldn't have let youWithout a re-up to connect toThink of all the weak product you slept throughTime's up, I'm sorry I kept you[Raekwon:]I was a fiend, before I was seventeenI melt the microphone like blowing some evergreenIt's all in the making, from where hip hop was originatedPeace to the streets, the bubblers, mark & datedCuz 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 repTwist a 'dro on the speaker, pull the snub and then flexBack to them crabs, ya'll niggas had ya'll laughsAnd then I spaz on the rhymes I splashedFrom back to your brother gun, then I grab the double pumpThen this the opposite, and ask if another comeCuz I'mma get busy, get dough with my team, yupI don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?I'm raging, rip up the stage and don't it amazingCuz every line is laid inCaught up, thoughts are sort a, an addictionBags of pies, smell of bricks, kidVocals vocabulary, the stage is a suctionThe mic is a draino, volcanos eruptingLines overblowing, gradually glowingEvery thing is written in the cold, slick & coin'Slide.. my thoughts'll glideForty-eight MAC's and knivesThe invincible, microphone fiend, RaekwonSpread the word, cuz it's onB-E-R-E-A-L, a smooth operator with notorious crack sales
