Raewkon the Chef
THE WU-TANG CLAN AINT NUFFIN TO FUCK WIT
-mos definite truth
I coped this album of course the first day it came out. I am a beyond fan of Raekwon and the whole Wu for certain, but this is memorable in recent yrs, for being the stuck in the car with a dope hiphop album from start to end moment. LOved THE PRODUCTION and overall flow of the album, as many other hiphop heads felt. ” We will Rob You” was the mood of the night more than any other song on this album, the first night i heard it. I was so ON, I could hear Slick Rick’s overdubs and every word and tone he performed, lol. I get so excited when Rae be doing his shit, and the Gza…( silence). Thank u Masta Killa and Slick Rick too. The first 2 verses, as a marriage, was a GREAT moment for the art of hiphop lyricist. ETC ETC
Verses I njoy to a level, I scribe and dig into, only on a blog…….peep it:
The Chef: Well it was late one night walking thru the park
wit my leather down coat and walabee clarks
getting my step on big shit big 6 big ris
so much excitment in the air i was crisp
money suit case– louis joint
go make it happen black god and get rich
saw the D’s fly by in a New Yorker yup tents and shit
they made a right on me them last 2 dicks
know i seen em
mack loaded jogged right back to the car
they spun around again and blast they shit
i dropped the backwood I’m puffing in a 6 4 5
you’s a live nigga- u almost smashed yo shit
Ima don my way out this bitch, moving thru the car nice and slow
2 hoodies on a golden pit nigga had a white eye they both blacked down whats the clown shit for the dogs jumped in the whip
it was the trained one, wops pointed at me
YO NIGGA FREEZE!
The Genius: I told the Chef Raekwon pump the breaks
slow it down u know these C cypher punks scan ya plates
released the seat belt off the shoulder a mile ahead
then the vibe got a lot colder once the marksmen said
black niggas in the jeep get the fuck out the car
put ya hand where my eyes can see or suffer a scar
he was a veteran who kept pepper spray in the canister
donut shop lounger -38 brandisher
on top of that the blunt smoke jus rang a bell
of his blood hound who had an acute since of smell
beef trippin, saliva dripping from razor sharp teeth
that was pointy as the arrow of the indian chiefs
same cops known for extorting pimps and booking hores
aiming glocks at me and Rae cus they was looking for
a few Emcees wanted for a string of breaking
last scene wearing long minks and snake skins
Dope Poetry.
Released the seat belt off the shoulder a mile ahead…wtf
on some calm fire shit.
OG’s…thank u