Can It Be All So Simple (Remix) [feat. Ghostface Killah]

It's the remix, son

Can it be, act like you know

Check it

Yo, check what happened out of state

I'm knocking off a half-a-cake, cash rule, flying at a fast rate

I smoked the black dust, kept my hands clutched, I'm falling in lust

Spoiled plus I played my hand like a royal flush

Baggy jeans, Wallabee Clarks, pretty women

I put it in 'em, shot up in 'em, deadly venom

I hung around the big time bosses

Illegal force to exchange thoughts, showing love to all my sources

Spades tried to bag me, like Cagney and Lacey

Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin' in Macy's

I doze off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped

And got licked like Papsy in a mob flick, I got hit

Stumbling, holding my neck to the God's rest

Opened flesh, burgundy blood colored my Guess

Emergency trauma, black teen headed for surgery

Can it be an out of state **** tried to murder me?

I should've stayed in Job Corp, and now I'm a outlaw

Ray Catena, carry a four-four, ****

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Dedicated to the Gods and Earths

Dedicated to babies who came feet first

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Dedicated to up north and down state

Dedicated to rich **** who sell weight

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Dedicated to projects with black kids

Dedicated to man who build pyramids

Word up, what the **** yo

We taking you on another chamber

Word up, son, you know how we be on it

Yeah, it's real

Show these crabs how to rhyme, man

I think it's time to bless them, word up

Bulletproof

First chamber (Hit 'em, Chef), yo, yo

It started off on the Island, AKA Shaolin

**** wilding, old folks scream, "Stop the violence!" (The violence)

True, laying up, yo, watching these crack ****

Play enough crap games for what? See

Back in the days, crime pays in mad ways

Sporting Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves

And no searching for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz

Mad Timbs with mad diamonds

Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes **** act trife

I paid the price throughout my hood life

Remember, I got blasted, now that's in the past kid

God forbid I lay in the casket

But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed mixed with coke

I wash my mouth out with soap

And got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better

And phat leathers, so whatever, bring it on

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

For real, murderous material stacked up

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Peace to mazes, for real

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Meditatin' off life

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Go

Can it be that it was all

Word up, y'all, crazy fly dedications to my people

Word up, peace to all my brothers that I ain't gon' see no more

All so simple then?

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Peace to all the brothers on the Island, up north, word up

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

Straight up, love you, boy

Can it be that it was all so simple then?

It's on like that, word up

Peace to man, woman and child

Word up

We got you covered, baby

Projects, projects peoples, one love

We're here for you

Keep your head clear, we outta here

Move in silence

Bad boys creatin' the murderous stacks for your headpiece

Bald heads, braids

For real, though

Blowouts (The Island)

Yo, fly chicks

It's the remix, y'all, for real, the real side

The RZA, check it

Razor blade sharp

Peace to the Clan

No other producer can compare, boy

Word up

Bring it, battle, beats, all types of shit

For real, y'all