The Projects

The Projects

[Raekwon chattin with Shy]
   Peace God
   Peace to the Gods
   How you God?
   Studyin one-twenty right now
   Mmmm
   Call me back at the God Hour
  
   [Raekwon the Chef]
   The Fuck?
   It’s just the new way of thinkin
   Light up the broccoli kid
   Throw the relish in my back pocket
   Keep your eyes open
   Push your seat back, just flow…
   That’s how we doin it
  
   Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec
   Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
   Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project
   Slam you like Hamill’s wife ‘fore the scandal
   Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts
   Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo
   When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won’t perform if I’m not lampable
   Askin my man’ll get you slapped down; play the anthem
   Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that’s the ticket
   Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment
   Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted
   Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it?
  
   [God] Projects
   [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target
   [God] Projects
   [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that’s
   [God] Projects
   [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
   [God] New York projects
   [Rae] I’m livin large yo, stop miragin
  
   [Method Man]
   Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
   Behind every fortune there’s a crime
   This technique is tech-9
   Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind
   This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary
   Them niggaz all thumbs and can’t handle, my flurry
   Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me
   Don’t even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney
   Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper
   Black ‘n Decker, hardware avoid the leper
   Five o’clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector
   Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow
   Double oh-seven mark
   The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment
   Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous
   Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes
  
   [God] Projects
   [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target
   [God] Projects
   [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that’s
   [God] Projects
   [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
   [God] Projects
   [Rae] I’m livin large yo, stop miragin
  
   [Ghostface Killah]
   Suck my dick it’s the kid with the fat knob
   I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs
   Quick get on your knees, with yo’ sweet pussy let it breathe
   Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
   Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in
   Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit
   Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin
   Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit
   Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it’s
   TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart’s breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly
   Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger
   All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine
   Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God
   Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage
   Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house
   Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit
   You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns
   Plus beef I hone, the condom broke
   Bitch you got AIDS I’m shakin in my bones

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