He looks determined without [bad word] Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him
Doesn't look like a [bad word] across so calm, acts like he has a dream
Full of passion

You don't [bad word] me huh?
Well you know why
I do, we're not supposed to [bad word] anyone in our profession anyway

Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef

Knock niggaz out the box all the time [bad word] on my [bad word] records Pah
Big ones, yeah, big [bad word] Straight up, [bad word] your whole team
Yeah bust it
Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz
 [bad word]  Raekwon the Chef

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time [bad word] 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 [bad word] crews get demolished and [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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
 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles
You rollin like [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] wrapped on my knots
You [bad word] who [bad word] dreds on Sudafeds [bad word] s hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds
Word up cousin, [bad word]  I seen it
Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it!
 [bad word] 
...politic ditto
...get lifted in the staircases