Incarcerated Scarfaces

Lyrics

He looks determined without being ruthless
 Something heroic in his manner
 There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
 Comes across so calm
 Acts like he has a dream
 Full of passion
 You don't trust me, huh?
 You know why
 I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
 Knock niggas out the box all the time
 Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire, big ones (uh-huh)
 (Yeah, motherfucker, straight up)
 (I'll fuck your whole team up) Take care of B.I., Chef
 (Yeah, bust it, yo, yo) Fly G.I. niggas
 Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
 It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
 We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
 Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
 Thug-related style attract millions, fans
 They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land?
 Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
 Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
 Fake be fronting, hourglass-heads niggas be wanting
 Shutting down your slot, time for pumping
 Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
 Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
 Dough be flowing by the hours, Wu, we got the collars
 Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit
 Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it
 Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut
 Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
 It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
 We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
 Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
 Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
 Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue
 But this time is for the uninvited
 Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga, mics is getting fired
 More fiends, chicks be burning like chlorine
 Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
 But hold up, Moët be tasting like throw-up
 My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up
 You never had no wins, sliding in these dens
 With Timbs, with MAC-10's and broke friends
 You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son?
 Do you wanna battle for cash and see who sons who?
 I'll probably wax tracks, smack rap niggas, you, facts
 Niggas' lyrics are wack, nigga
 Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missiles
 You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped
 For real, it's just slang rap democracy
 Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
 Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads
 We beating mics sending keys to Dallas
 I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
 From where we at to my man's cell
 From staircase to stage, minimum wage
 But soon to get a article in Rap Page
 But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac'
 Bank account fat, it's going down like that
 And pardon the French, but let me speak Italian
 Black stallions wildling on Shaolin
 That means the island of Staten
 And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
 Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
 It's for real though, let's connect, politic, ditto
 We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
 Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
 I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza
 Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers
 Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones
 Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs
 Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians
 Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building
 Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes
 Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke
 Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs
 Musty like fuck, waving they arms to Arabs
 Sit back, cooling like Kahlúas on rocks
 On the crack spots, rubber band wrap all my knots
 View bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds
 Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the feds
 Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it
 Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it
 Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
 It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
 We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
 Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
 Yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
 It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
 Get lifted in the staircases
 Peace, incarcerated scarfaces
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 Time is runnin' out
 Politic, ditto
 Incarcerated scarfaces
 

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Duration
04:42
Key
9
Tempo
93 BPM

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