Verbal Intercourse (feat. Ghostface Killah & Nas)

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...)