Crane Style
Raekwon Lyrics


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Come on, man, you a wild dude, Chef
Talk to them niggas, man, stop playing, man
For real, man

Redskin leather, Indian sex
Pair of fresh Mocs on, lighting Lear on my flesh
Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Cru'
All my niggas do what I got 'em for
Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme
Lines is nothing, blunt out, fuck him
All we know is jewelry and I mashed that, everybody excited
To see whatever bling on, smash that
Clever, more like a fox and ox together
Two stainless glocks, rocks and a feather
Yeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot at
Anything that move, and move out America
And all we ever want is needed, seen it
Like a young Filipino in Kuwait getting treated
Heavy horror armor, spike a bitch like her
Half a pound of good weed, then float through Gowanus
Brilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the Apple
Flooded up, Warridge wackos
Park Hillians getting hillions, that means millions
All on feet like Nigerian

Shallah, I got 'em
Heat-seeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, nigga
Sizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch
Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no
I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo
Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene
I'm spitting, burn a hole through the speaker,
And start melting the street up
Somebody please call the fire department
And I'm a strong believer,
Ya'll know that I ain't the one to start with
Cause once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell
My fangs bleed and we nam them up like ox tail
Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the truth is
Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this
Cause once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers
Throw them in the trash, they ain't no recycling bin for rappers




I microphone control, it's the current dominant factor
The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Raekwon's "Crane Style" are full of vivid imagery and clever wordplay. In the opening lines, Raekwon describes his style as a combination of "Redskin leather" and "Indian sex," which sets the tone for the rest of the song. He then goes on to talk about his expensive taste, with references to platinum bottles of champagne and flashy jewelry. Raekwon positions himself as a master of his craft, with sharp rhymes and a confident delivery. He also references his roots in Park Hill, a neighborhood in Staten Island where he grew up.


Busta Rhymes comes in for the second verse, bringing his signature energy and wordplay to the track. He boasts about his ability to spit "heat-seeking missile" lyrics that can burn a hole through a speaker. Busta also talks about his desire to be the dominant force in the rap game, and his willingness to take out anyone who gets in his way.


Overall, "Crane Style" is a showcase for Raekwon and Busta Rhymes' lyrical prowess, as well as their larger-than-life personalities.


Line by Line Meaning

Redskin leather, Indian sex
I'm wearing high-quality leather and having fulfilling experiences


Pair of fresh Mocs on, lighting Lear on my flesh
I have new shoes and a flashy lighter to go with my lavish lifestyle


Let my arm roll, fresh off the honor roll, platinum bottles of Cru'
I'm showing off my success and academic achievements while drinking expensive champagne


All my niggas do what I got 'em for
My friends and associates listen to my commands and follow through


Extra flashy grind, hit 'em with a crisp rhyme
My style is over-the-top and I deliver my rhymes with precision


Lines is nothing, blunt out, fuck him
I'm not wasting my time with mediocre lines and will just smoke a blunt instead


All we know is jewelry and I mashed that, everybody excited
We are skilled at acquiring and showing off expensive jewelry, which impresses people


To see whatever bling on, smash that
Everyone wants to see and possess the shiny and luxurious items we have


Clever, more like a fox and ox together
I am smart and can be both cunning and strong like a fox and an ox combined


Two stainless glocks, rocks and a feather
I have two guns and valuable items along with a feather for decoration


Yeah, I'm from the lead era, shoot at
I come from a violent time and am not afraid to use my firearm


Anything that move, and move out America
I will shoot anything that moves and quickly leave the country to avoid the consequences


And all we ever want is needed, seen it
We only desire and require what is deemed valuable and significant


Like a young Filipino in Kuwait getting treated
We obtain what we desire and are treated in a similar way to a fortunate Filipino in a wealthy country


Heavy horror armor, spike a bitch like her
I have strong protection and will harm anyone who opposes me


Half a pound of good weed, then float through Gowanus
I have a large amount of high-quality marijuana and will peacefully travel through a specific area


Brilliant master, sixteenth chapel in the Apple
I am exceptionally talented and my skills can be compared to Michelangelo's achievements


Flooded up, Warridge wackos
I have flooded my jewelry with diamonds and rubies and my associates are also wealthy and extravagant


Park Hillians getting hillions, that means millions
People from my neighborhood are becoming millionaires and achieving great success


All on feet like Nigerian
We all have expensive shoes like wealthy Nigerians


Shallah, I got 'em
I have everyone under my control


Heat-seeking missile spit, don't even try to hide, nigga
My rapping style is powerful and accurate, and my enemies cannot escape or hide


Sizzle through your skin bars, call me cyanide, bitch
My lyrics will burn and affect those who are against me, like a deadly poison


Try me if you want, homey, violation's a no-no
I dare anyone to challenge me or disrespect me, as it is not advised


I am the health hazard, skull & bone, poisonous logo
I am dangerous and deadly, with an intimidating symbol to represent me


Unleash the dragon, massacre the scene
I will release my fury and dominate the competition


I'm spitting, burn a hole through the speaker,
My rhymes are so intense they will damage the singers and equipment


And start melting the street up
My skills are so hot they have the power to damage the ground


Somebody please call the fire department
I am creating a dangerous situation that requires emergency attention


And I'm a strong believer,
I have confidence and faith in my abilities


Ya'll know that I ain't the one to start with
Everyone knows better than to confront or provoke me


Cause once the fuse is lit and we strike a match and the spark smell
Once I am provoked and angered, the situation will quickly become explosive and dangerous


My fangs bleed and we nam them up like ox tail
I will violently attack and harm anyone who crosses me


Ya'll see what's happening, ya'll know what the truth is
The situation is clear and obvious, and everyone knows what is really going on


Somebody please ask Shallah Rae why he making me do this
Someone needs to question why I am being forced to act violently


Cause once I finish dudes, it's unfortunate for them yappers
The people I attack will suffer severe consequences and regret their actions


Throw them in the trash, they ain't no recycling bin for rappers
Once I am done with them they are worthless and cannot be rehabilitated in the rap game


I microphone control, it's the current dominant factor
I am currently in control of the microphone and the rap game


The records been bodied, I personally request the pastor, gone
I have successfully defeated the competition and am now requesting a funeral for them




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