Nas, Raekwon & Ghostface Killah – Verbal Intercourse
Verbal Intercourse
Quote by Nas, Raekwon and Ghostface Killah from Verbal Intercourse on the album Only Built 4 Cuban Linx
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.
I Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly I’m grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me while, funny style niggaz roll in the pile Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker’s Isle Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life, props is a true thug’s wife.
It’s like a cycle, niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz building, like little children starin. Them older niggaz aint 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 niggaz rockin all the real worth. Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in. Tradin in they Lexus’ GS’s sendin messages.
Two and two makes four, Cristal’s crazily pour. Gun wars my crew phantom like swords.
Strength 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 an say whatever
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
Your Hawaiian’s stale, exoticness, fly shit
RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
Floatin on in nine-five in the basement
With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes Fiends.
Found in lakes, Jeolously 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 yo I hold.
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox. 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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, of 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.
© Copyright 2009 Nas, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah