크레딧

실연 아티스트
Raekwon
Raekwon
보컬
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
보컬
Black Ivory
Black Ivory
음원으로 샘플링된 아티스트
작곡 및 작사
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
작사가 겸 작곡가
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
작사가 겸 작곡가
Stuart Bascombe
Stuart Bascombe
작사가 겸 작곡가
Russell Patterson
Russell Patterson
작사가 겸 작곡가
Leroy Burgess
Leroy Burgess
작사가 겸 작곡가
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
작사가 겸 작곡가
Patrick Adams
Patrick Adams
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
RZA
RZA
프로듀서
Islord
Islord
어시스턴트 엔지니어
4th Disciple
4th Disciple
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
마스터링 엔지니어

가사

[Intro]
For real, y'all
Takin' you on another one, son
Uh, Julio Iglesias
Makin' C.R.E.A.M. like that ****
[Verse 1]
Yo, first of all, son, peep the arson
Blaow
Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark
Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
Then I react like a convict and start killin' shit
It's manifested, the gods work like appliances
Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (Blaow)
No question, I send your ass back right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'?
While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin' **** off airplanes 'cause cash rules (Cash rules)
Everything around me, black, as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like god degree
Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt like a flashback, chain reaction
Lace them ****, son
[Verse 2]
AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs
I'm all that, street **** knowin' my steez, black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see
Marvelous menace for society
But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top
'Lo wears and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, drive-by shit
Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lye and shit
And then you know I'm runnin' through the penal
Foul, fall through, child was wild
The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know what?
One love, kid, no, I'm not doin' a bid
Too much to get, for what, 'cause six **** got stuck
And the **** chain was truck?
Yo, fuck that, criminology rap, sneakers stay
Jet-black floatin' in the flyest Ac', ****
Bring it, yeah
[Outro]
Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil', ice-rockin' ****
Written by: Corey Woods, Ghostface Killah, Leroy Burgess, Patrick Adams, Robert Diggs, Russell Patterson, Stuart Bascombe
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