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Corey Woods (born January 12, 1970), better known by the stage name Raekwon, is an American rapper and a member of the Wu-Tang Clan. He released his solo debut, Only Built 4 Cuban Linx... in 1995, and has since recorded numerous solo albums, as well as continuing to work with Wu-Tang and providing an extensive number of guest contributions to other hip hop artist's works. more »

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I want you to tell them statik Selektah

Lets do this, man for real
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids
We regulate up shit moving through brush
The beats is grim, the ambiance plush
The speaker won't bang
The sneaker won't lust
Snitches wish dead, the eagle gon' bust
Catch you in the wrong spot, you dust
Statik ill, bring the havoc, this is magic
Fake niggas flee out, fly out the mouth
I get you gatted
Sports cars, reendorsed yards
Everybody four stars, Rae like forty
Jewelry gaudy
Your creature game corny, I eat your dame
You hop up on me
Head off the rip, grab the whip
Rest maturely
Hanging around the vets in the sweats
Since '97 we was rolex-ing the extra
F*ck around a hundred Tecs flash
Flex, cash, drugs, money and sex
Dumb check smashing

Watching the game from a bird's eye view
They say it's hard to keep trust
So my third eye grew
Chakras open, binocular scoping, sour smoking
Hoping my best buds ain't only
In it for the tokens
'Cause they say it's who you joking with
Tokin' potent with
Tag team and strokin' chicks
The ones that do some bogus shit
Act cool on the strip
But want to put two on your hip
Macking jewels in your whips
Booming your hit's, screwing your bitch
Froze under my toes
Bitches where my penis is
Kicking it since the womb
Now you see what defeat is
And what the fetus is? Would
These niggas feed us shit?
Rob a nigga for his number 2's
To put my feet in, shit
Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top
I'mma make hot drops, make snakes history
Dreams of living civilly in Sicily
Laughing with a fan like

It's the elephant in the room
Created by a collision of the
Sun and the moon
My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb
That was soon to be doper
Than heroin in a spoon i'm astonishing
Honestly my future looking promising
As my skin tone and a crystal clean onyx is
Darker thoughts let the beats
Break like a Amish's i'm a stroke of genius
Like Mickalene Thomas is
Hip-hop and body rocking and doing it dude
I am the living definition
Of improving the groove
I use the same tools to
Shoot that Kubrick used
Take your hero to the river
Give them two b-rick shoes
Who lose? If you really ain't
Nobody till somebody love you
I say you ain't nobody til
They speaking highly of you
And what I'm sure you wouldn't want
Is any kind of trouble
Unless you got a crash dummy or a body double
You got a couple homies down to
Catch a homi- for you
Well I'mma fold niggas into origami for you
The most notorious, Poet Laureate
Whole story is glorious, stoic warriors
And I got my eyes wide open on you quasi-
Haters still smirking like the
Gators on an Izod
Lacoste, y'all tomato head niggas are
Imposters, long drawn out process
Triple OG's got a worn out conscience
Reminiscing to when we was all out monsters
On our Sierra Leone reigning tyranny
I strike fear in their hearts
Rappers stear clear of me
Black Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover
Game's over
Bill folder, give niggas that Ebola virus
Huh? You got me chopped like Miley Cyrus
Naw, I'm on your block with Somali pirates

For real man Statik man, what's good?
Yeah you know I gets it on
I ain't playin', I'm truly the worst
I was born about that

Raw like f*ck kid, represent

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