Verbal Intercourse Songtext
von Raekwon

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...)