Songtexte Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon feat. Ghostface Killah & Nas
                                                Rae, 
                                                Nas, 
                                                GFK 
                                                ]
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                umm 
                                                Lex 
                                                Diamonds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tony 
                                                Starks, 
                                                my 
                                                nigga 
                                                Nas
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strength 
                                                my 
                                                whole 
                                                team 
                                                is 
                                                eatin 
                                                off 
                                                this 
                                                type 
                                                of 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                fake 
                                                niggas 
                                                out 
                                                there, 
                                                yaknahmean
 
                                    
                                
                                                Word 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Good 
                                                shit, 
                                                nigga 
                                                next 
                                                time, 
                                                no 
                                                more 
                                                whatever 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fakes 
                                                be 
                                                celebratin 
                                                but 
                                                they 
                                                be 
                                                mistaken
 
                                    
                                
                                                Word 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                wise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                your 
                                                eyes 
                                                open 
                                                and 
                                                your 
                                                wallet 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                front 
                                                pocket
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                types 
                                                of 
                                                shit, 
                                                yo 
                                                son
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rock 
                                                it, 
                                                RZA 
                                                Chef 
                                                Ghost 
                                                and 
                                                Nas 
                                                niggas 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                prophet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tell 
                                                em 
                                                it's 
                                                on 
                                                right?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Show 
                                                those 
                                                crabs 
                                                how 
                                                to 
                                                rhyme
 
                                    
                                
                                                RZA 
                                                Chef 
                                                Ghost 
                                                and 
                                                Nas 
                                                niggas 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                prophet
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                only 
                                                like 
                                                five 
                                                percent 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                hundred
 
                                    
                                
                                                RZA 
                                                Chef 
                                                Ghost 
                                                and 
                                                Nas 
                                                niggas 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                prophet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                it 
                                                to 
                                                em 
                                                baby
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smoke 
                                                    a 
                                                gold 
                                                leaf 
                                                    I 
                                                hold 
                                                heat, 
                                                nonchalantly
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                raunchy, 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                    I 
                                                do 
                                                is 
                                                real 
                                                it 
                                                never 
                                                haunts 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                While, 
                                                funny 
                                                style 
                                                niggas 
                                                roll 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                pile
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rooster 
                                                heads 
                                                profile 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                bus 
                                                to 
                                                Rikers 
                                                Isle
 
                                    
                                
                                                Holding 
                                                weed 
                                                inside 
                                                they 
                                                pussy 
                                                with 
                                                they 
                                                minds 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                pretty 
                                                things 
                                                in 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                Props 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                true 
                                                thug's 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raekwon]
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                licking 
                                                plates
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                building 
                                                niggas 
                                                building 
                                                like 
                                                little 
                                                children, 
                                                staring
 
                                    
                                
                                                Them 
                                                older 
                                                niggas 
                                                ain't 
                                                caring
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sirens 
                                                circling 
                                                fiends 
                                                are 
                                                lurking 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                baggage
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                one's 
                                                gone 
                                                now, 
                                                what, 
                                                smack 
                                                him 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                cabbage
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                woodwork, 
                                                crack 
                                                sales 
                                                bubble 
                                                like 
                                                Woolworth's
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                projects, 
                                                richest 
                                                niggas 
                                                rocking 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                real 
                                                worth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Police 
                                                questioning, 
                                                rooftop 
                                                cats 
                                                invested 
                                                in
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trading 
                                                in 
                                                they 
                                                Lexuses, 
                                                GS's, 
                                                sending 
                                                messages
 
                                    
                                
                                                Two 
                                                and 
                                                two 
                                                makes 
                                                four, 
                                                Cristal's 
                                                crazily 
                                                pour
 
                                    
                                
                                                Gun 
                                                wars 
                                                my 
                                                crew 
                                                feel 
                                                em 
                                                like 
                                                swords
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rock 
                                                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 
                                                in 
                                                this 
                                                wild 
                                                life 
                                                of 
                                                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 
                                                shoebox
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                keep 
                                                jack 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                lab, 
                                                don't 
                                                wanna 
                                                see 
                                                2Pac
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                two 
                                                spots 
                                                on 
                                                New 
                                                Lots, 
                                                flooded 
                                                with 
                                                rocks
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shoot-outs 
                                                making 
                                                me 
                                                hot, 
                                                crooked 
                                                cops 
                                                bag 
                                                Tony 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                ball 
                                                drop
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                Isle, 
                                                I'm 
                                                banging 
                                                niggas 
                                                for 
                                                slot 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hurry 
                                                up 
                                                duke 
                                                I'm 
                                                next 
                                                on 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                staring 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mess 
                                                hall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                adrenaline 
                                                runs, 
                                                cigarette 
                                                niggas 
                                                be 
                                                swindling
 
                                    
                                
                                                New 
                                                jacks 
                                                surrendering, 
                                                come 
                                                home 
                                                not 
                                                remembering
 
                                    
                                
                                                Made 
                                                bail 
                                                with 
                                                different 
                                                size 
                                                kicks 
                                                on, 
                                                    a 
                                                white 
                                                dress 
                                                shirt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looking 
                                                gay 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                yard, 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                got 
                                                hurt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flashbacks, 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                day 
                                                room, 
                                                mop 
                                                wringer 
                                                style
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                faggot 
                                                ass 
                                                got 
                                                bashed 
                                                trying 
                                                to 
                                                turn 
                                                the 
                                                dial
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                told 
                                                your 
                                                boo 
                                                you 
                                                was 
                                                whyling
 
                                    
                                
                                                Once 
                                                you 
                                                heard 
                                                Wu, 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                blue, 
                                                your 
                                                family's 
                                                from 
                                                Shaolin
 
                                    
                                
                                                High 
                                                class 
                                                cooks, 
                                                throw 
                                                on 
                                                vests 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                phone 
                                                books
 
                                    
                                
                                                Infirmary 
                                                niggas 
                                                are 
                                                screaming, 
                                                "I 
                                                got 
                                                juxed!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sharpened 
                                                toothbrushes, 
                                                190 
                                                mixed 
                                                with 
                                                baby 
                                                oil 
                                                and 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                man's 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                kitchen 
                                                stashing 
                                                ice 
                                                picks
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                I'mma 
                                                end 
                                                this 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                big 
                                                red 
                                                cherry 
                                                on 
                                                top
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me, 
                                                Nas 
                                                and 
                                                Rae 
                                                got 
                                                the 
                                                best 
                                                product 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                block
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rae, 
                                                Nas, 
                                                Ghf 
                                                ]
 
                                    
                                
                                                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 
                                                niggas 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                prophet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Floatin 
                                                on 
                                                in 
                                                nine-five 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                basement
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Verbal Intercourse
2 Rainy Dayz
3 Heaven & Hell
4 Wisdom Body
5 Criminology
6 Glaciers of Ice
7 Guillotine (Swordz)
8 Striving For Perfection
9 Knuckleheadz
10 Knowledge God
11 Incarcerated Scarfaces
12 Shark Niggas (Biters)
13 Ice Water
14 Spot Rusherz
15 Ice Cream
16 Wu-Gambinos
17 North Star (Jewels)
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