Incarcerated Scarfaces

He looks determined without being ruthless

Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him

Doesn't look like a killer

Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream

Full of passion

You don't trust me huh?

Well you know why

I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway

Intro Two:

Raekwon the

Chef Knock niggaz out the box all the time

Bitches on my motherfuckin records

Pah Big ones, yeah, big fuckers

Straight up, fuck your whole team

Yeah bust it

Yo, yo, fly

G.I. niggaz

Chorus: Raekwon the

Chef Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out

It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto!

We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases

Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

Verse One:

Raekwon the

Chef Thug related style attract millions

Fans, they understand my plan

Who's the kid up in the green

Land? Me and the

RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose

Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised

Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin

Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin

Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps

Raise a heavy generator

But yo, guess who's the black

Trump? Dough be flowin by the hour's

Wu, we got the collars, scholars

Word life, peace to power and my whole unit

Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it

Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic

Chorus Verse

Two: Raekwon the

Chef Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable

Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue

But this time is for the uninvited

Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired

Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine

Niggaz recognize from here to

Baltimore to

Fort Greene

But hold up,

Moet be tastin like throw-up

My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up

Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit

Timbs Wit

Mac-10's and broke friends

Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do you wanna battle for cash and see who

Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax niggaz lyrics is wack nigga

Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin

Scud missles

You rollin like

Trump, you get your meat lumped

For real, it's just slang rap democracy

Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the

Wallabees

Check the status, soon to see me at

Caesar's Palace eatin salads

We beatin mics and the keys to

Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell

From where we at to my man's cell

From staircase to stage, minimun wage

But soon to get a article in

RapPage But all

I need is my house, my gat, my

Ac Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that

And pardon the

French but let me speak

Italian Black

Stallion, dwellin on

Shaolin That means the island of

Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police from

Manhattan

Chorus Verse

Three: Raekwon the

Chef I do this for barber shop niggaz in the

Plaza Catchin asthma,

Rae is stickin gun-flashers

Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones

Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs, swithc like a chameleon

Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children

Leave the buildin

Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure

Like Lou Farigno on coke

Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs

Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the

Arabs Sit back, coolin like

Kahlua's on rocks

On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots

You bitches who fuck dreds on

Sudafeds Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the

Feds Word up cousin, nigga,

I seen it

Like a 27-inch

Zenith - believe it!

Chorus ...politic ditto ...get lifted in the staircases