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Ghostface Killah

"Verbal Intercourse"

[Produced by RZA]

[Intro: Raekwon, Nas & Ghostface Killah]
No tricks, no tricks baby
Yeah, ayo Rae
Check it out y'all
It's the science
Fly wonderful
Yeah y'all
Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds
Tony Starks, my n*gga Nas
Strength my whole team is eatin off this type of sh*t
For all the fake n*ggas out there, yaknahmean
Word up
Good sh*t, n*gga next time, no more whatever sh*t
Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of sh*t, yo son
Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas n*ggas is the prophet
Tell 'em it's on right?
Show those crabs how to rhyme
RZA, Chef, Ghost, and Nas n*ggas is the prophet
It's only like five percent out of a hundred
RZA Chef Ghost and Nas n*ggas is the prophet
Do it to 'em baby

[Verse 1: 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 raunchy, the things I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style n*ggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Rikers Isle
Holding weed inside they pus*y with their minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, n*ggas come home, some'll go in
Through a bullet, come back, through the same sh*t again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Perhaps bullets bust n*ggas 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 licking plates
In the building n*ggas building like little children, staring
Them older n*ggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest n*ggas rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like swords

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow
I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots on New Lots, flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops bag Tony and the ball drop
In the Isle, I'm banging n*ggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm next on line
And what the f*ck is you looking at
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new n*ggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette n*ggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told your boo you was whyling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary n*ggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and sh*t
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

[Outro: Raekwon & (Ghostface Killah) ]
CREAM my whole team is eatin' off this good sh*t
(Word up, throw your hands up)
Good sh*t, n*gga next time, no more whatever sh*t
(c*ck back the MAC if... say whatever)
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
(Your Hawaiian's style, exoticness, fly sh*t)
RZA, Chef, Ghost and Nas n*ggas is the prophet
(Floatin on in nine-five in the wind)

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