Verbal Intercourse (feat. Ghostface Killah & Nas)

Lyrics

No tricks, no tricks, baby
 Yeah, aiyyo, Rae
 Check it out, y'all
 It's the science
 Fly wonderful
 Yeah, y'all
 Tony Starks and Lex Diamonds
 My nigga Nas
 My whole team is eatin' off this type of shit
 Good shit, nigga, next time, no more whatever shit
 Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
 Chef Ghost and Nas, niggas, is the prophet
 Show these crabs how to rhyme
 It's only like five percent out of a hundred
 Do it to 'em, baby
 Through the lights, cameras 'n action, glam glitters in gold
 I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
 When I'm deceased, by then the beast rise like yeast
 To conquer peace, leavin' savages to roam in the streets
 Live on the run, police payin' me to give 'em my gun
 Trick my wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
 Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat, nonchalantly
 I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me
 Well, funny-style niggas roll in the pile
 Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
 Holdin' weed inside they pussy wit they minds
 On the pretty things in life, props is a true thugs wife
 It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
 Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
 From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
 Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual
 Perhaps bullets bust, niggas 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 lickin' plates
 In the building niggas building, like little children starin'
 Them older niggas ain't carin'
 Sirens circlin' fiends are lurkin' in your baggage
 Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
 In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like Woolworth's
 In the projects, richest niggas rockin' all the real worth
 Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
 Tradin' in they Lexus' GS's sendin' messages
 Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour
 Gun wars my crew phantom like swords
 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, and it's wild, like for 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 shoe box
 Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
 Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with rocks
 Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops, Bad Tony and the ball drop
 In the now, I'm bangin' niggas for slide time
 Hurry up Duke, I'm next, show 'em mine
 And what the fuck is you looking at?
 By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
 Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
 Like doors, yo, you're starin' in the mess hall
 Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin'
 New jacks surrenderin', come home not rememberin'
 Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
 Lookin' gay in the yard, and you got hurt
 Flashbacks 'bout the day room, mop ringer style
 Your faggot ass got bashed tryin' to turn the dial
 You told your boo you was whylin'
 Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
 High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
 Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"
 Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
 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
 My whole team is eatin' off this type of shit (word up, throw your hands up)
 Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit (cock back the Mac and say whatever)
 Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket (tour Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit)
 Ghost Chef and Nas, niggas, is the prophet
 (I'm gonna love him, but what if...)
 

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Duration
03:31
Key
1
Tempo
93 BPM

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