[Verse 1: Raekwon]
So many mountains to climb, I drink a fountain of wine & paint a scripture
My soul’s of a Rick James listener
My selection was hella blessing, Allah
Gave it to me in the proper perfection, I’m glowing extra
Ride with the riders from Haiti or lamping in Bermuda
Long jewels on baby, shoes are 680
Baby bought ‘em, Ima share my fortunes with
There go reporters, had to floor the CL on ‘em
Now my diva says, “Eureka!”
Fresh Fila sneaker
Long Gabbana trench, rollin' the reefer
Gotta make ‘em respect you, baby
380 tuck in the butt, shoe game is like a thousand, it’s crazy
Got your own killers, you know it
You come home, it’s on n***a
Throw you the Ruger, the roro and the shooter
Yo, you look buddah, [?] my mouth dry
When I’m not in New York, to keep it real, you know I’m in the South fly

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
Or the West Coast, Podesto, the best quotes
Let’s toast over thresholds, the flesh spoke
The rest roast in hellfire, nail-biter
When the spell writer close the L lighters
Poetry perfect, the Pathfinder, math enlightener
Palm readers, don divas
The wrong teachers
The thong eaters and the psalm seekers
Along heaters, Jesus jewelry
Dashikis and kufis
[?], I might catch a movie
Abyssinians, hard rap millenniums
Black Indians, wolf hats, Arcadians
Blogs on the god
Sun, moon and stars
Tarot cards in the Travelodge
A mystic enter my lyrics unravel the bars