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Criminology
Raekwon Lyrics


I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey, not to fuck me
Ayy, ayy, who the fuck you think you talkin' to huh?
(You wanna fuck with me?)
Who the fuck you think I am, your fuckin' bellboy?
Do you wanna go to war? (Nothin' but a half a mil', we build)
You wanna go to war? We'll take you to war, okay?
For real, y'all
Takin' you on another one, son
Uh, Julio Iglesias
Makin' cream like that nigga

Yo, first of all son, peep the arson (blaow)
Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark
Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
I hang glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
Then I react, like a convict, and start killin' shit
It's manifested, the gods work like appliances
Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow, blaow, blaow)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin'
While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin' niggas off airplanes 'cause cash rules
Everything around me black, as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree
Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt like a flashback, chain reaction
(Lace 'em niggas, son)

AK's black, bust back like seventy MACs
I'm all that, street niggas knowin' my steez, black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me, see
Marvelous, menace for society
But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Fuck rap, hip-hop put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil' fly shit with a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
Do-or-die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
And then you know, I'm runnin' through the penal, foul
Fall through, child was wild
The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid
No, I'm not doin' a bid
Too much to get for what 'cause six niggas got stuck
And the nigga chain was truck?
Yo, fuck that, criminology rap
Sneakers stay jet black floatin' in the flyest Ac', nigga
(Bring it, yeah)

Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil', ice rockin' niggas

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Leroy Burgess, Patrick Adams, Robert Diggs, Russell Patterson, Stuart Bascombe

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

Finn

Ghost is absolutely amazing. He was on R.A The Rugged Man's album last year and even though he's been rapping for 28 years now (27 if we're considering the verse I'm talking about) he set that whole song 'Dragon Fire' on flames with his opening verse. Easily a top 10 rapper in my opinion.












And there are people out there that think he used ghostwriters for Supreme Clientele lmao



All comments from YouTube:

shillbill2214

This album is 25 yrs old this year, and STILL sounds better than a lot of new shit now!!!

T.C. Bramblett

@Angel Garcia Thanks for saying it bro, I get sick of the comments putting down new music. Why not just enjoy the current song without ignorantly insulting the infinity of music being made by talented people today

Angel Garcia

This is all subjective. Music is only getting better by the day.

Luke Khalid

@Will.Mase.Albert Only Built For Cuban Linx is behind Enter the 36, but way ahead of Tical

Will.Mase.Albert

Enta tha 36 > Tical > Return to the 36 > Liquid Swords > Iron Man > Wu Forever . Best run of albums by a crew in music history (yes, not just hip-hop).

Herbalizer28

This comment applies to most 90s rap albums !

Zapatoshigs

Yo, first of all son, peep the arson Many brothers I be sparkin' and bustin' mad light inside the dark Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture I hand glide, holdin' on strong, hard to capture Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant Then I react, like a convict, and start killin' shit It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances Dealin' in my cypher I revolve around sciences The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!) No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin' While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops Throwin' niggas off airplanes cause Cash Rules Everything Around Me black, as you can see Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction You adapt like a flashback chain reaction

killa cam

This might be one the illest verses ever

T

Unreal

ProSkills216

Thaaaaank you. Luvvit

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