Knuckleheadz (feat. Ghostface Killah & U-God) - Raekwon

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One for you, one for me
Two for you, one-two for me
Three for you
What? I'll smack fuck out ya

Smack fire out your fuckin' ass
What the fuck you think this is man?
Get the fuck up outta here man
So yo matter of fact, the man is back

Think my head is madder than fuckin' fire
Shit alright, this ain't even enough burn right here
This ain't enough
Fuck it man

We gonna shoot right over there
And yo them niggaz got the big cream over there
So just chill
So let's do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid

Don't play me like I got a flowerpot head kid
Just chill man
On the real let's go get this money fast son
I know how we gotta do this kid
Scrungy-head motherfucker

Lay on the crime scene, sippin' fine wines
Pullin nines on, UFOs, takin' they fly clothes
They eyes closed, we gettin' loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard about
Guns go off and now a murder 'bout, I'm out

My raps play the part like a get smart secret agent
In a maze and, styles blazin', Johnny Blaze
And Tony Starks in a daze and
Rhymin', my nigga Lou Diamond will wrap it up

We like meth to go and fuck with noodles
Havin' them poodles on the lockdown buyin' me
Amarettas, and chewables, stackin' pharmecuetical
Rap niggaz on dust and wools

Yo, I told you, some kill, rob and fold
The gold's untold, fuck it it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul controller
Of the whole globe, god damn I got it sewn

And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase high
And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin' building
And get caught, save the fully inflatable
Rap relatable, drug relatable, niggaz here to play with you

A hundred dollar rottweiler goes to spot sellers
Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got props
On top, jail niggaz get mad bigger
And yo, mail a guy about a hundred pictures

Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama
Comma, plus smoke realize marijuana
Chef may resign to boat across the farasana
Immaculate plus all my guns so accurate

They get cream and the cuisine in Queens
I told you, money stated with the night beams and two rings
Crazy fat, gettin ready to do this shit
Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck!

Who's the knucklehead, wantin' respect?
Chop his fingers in the drug game, money well known
Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath
Here's his photograph

Run up in his lab, take off the mask chaz and think fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash
Grab the hash, don't forget his stash
Grab the tear gas, and place it in his face fast the full blast

Then skate to the next state
Further upstate, I heard they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco breaks
Yo look out for jakes, give it all it takes
Let's burn the place before we motivate

Yo blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate
If the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin' in lakes

Drug related, paper talkin' 'bout the kids who didn't make it
Hits without a trace
Never seen the big C and ghostface
Congratulations chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth

The rap scar is on rap chrome
Put it on seal it on, we're silicone spark it on your talkathon
This rap phenomenon, to word is bond to the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap chaperone
Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones
Blowin' out the door, bones but

Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword defense
These microphone professional, sensational
Fully operational, I got niggaz here to play with you

You know the steez you know my whole program
Brothers from the no-lands, all we want is the G's
Guns and grams, livin' fat like the hoffa
Mafia, sippin' eatin' pastas

Layin' in the house tellin' the seeds about the sagas
Before we got germanic and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden tablets and quick guarded the abbots
Slugs hit the belly put tones into the telly

Sucker tried to knock me out the box like skelly
I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two degrees
Honeydips spendin G's on nails and hair weave
The crime boss, takin' no loss, excessive force
We can play the A train, back off the iron horse

Yo man, Y'know what I'm sayin'? Fuck it man

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Corey Woods (born January 12, 1970) is an American rapper most well known as Raekwon (the Chef), one of the nine Wu-Tang Clan members. Raekwon joined Wu-Tang Clan, a hip hop group based in Staten Island, New York in 1992. When the time came for him to release his first solo album, Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... (1995), hip-hop, once again, underwent a momentous transformation. The album moves from track to track like a film moves from scene to scene. With its invigorating instrumentals and dramatic lyrical tales, Raekwon painted vivid pictures and presented powerful imagery through his enchanting verbal expression.

Rae's groundbreaking debut album helped to bring the flavour of flossing to wax as well as the use of the moniker among Wu brethren and other prominent emcees. The single "Verbal Intercourse" featured the first appearance of Nas Escobar, Nas' alter ego. Similarly, Raekwon and Ghostface Killah, who served as Rae's partner in rhyme throughout the entire Cuban Linx album, also developed a slew of other identities. Identities like Lex Diamond, one of the flashy, witty and intellectually stimulating personas of the multifaceted Raekwon.

In the years after the release of Cuban Linx, Raekwon continued to record several albums with the Clan including the platinum Wu-Tang Forver (1997) and The W (2000), as well as the gold Iron Flag (2001). He also starred in the critically acclaimed film Black and White, before releasing his second solo album, Immobilarity in 1999. Four years later, it's time for another masterpiece from Raekwon.

The Lex Diamond Story, Raekwon's forthcoming third solo album is that desperately needed effort. This new LP is as much a reflection of his first musical triumph Cuban Linx, as it is a manifestation of the future and what is to come from this great emcee. Raekwon is like the E.F. Hutton of hip-hop: when he speaks, everyone listens. The current void in hip-hop is filled with this rap veteran's
crafty verbal gymnastics and artistic form of storytelling. The Lex Diamond Story takes the top shelf elements of the Wu's first album and the finest sentiments of Raekwon's debut and joins them together to deliver another classic album to the masses.

A lyrical gourmet meal, The Lex Diamond Story shows that The Chef still possesses the recipe to cook up a jambalaya of words with the main ingredient being superior skills. Animated and intense, Raekwon's stealth delivery is filled with emotion, skilled cadence and an array of diverse stories, hooks, and topics. The track, "All Over Again (The Way We Were)" touches on the flavour of "Can It Be All So Simple" with its tale of street survival. Meanwhile, "Pit Bull Fights" is reminiscent of the ferocious lyrical beating inflicted on "Incarcerated Scarfaces." Raekwon is indisputably at his creative beast. Unchained and uninhibited, he is assertive with his music and focused on his goals. Read more on User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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