Rae's groundbreaking debut album helped to bring the flavour of flossing to wax as well as the use of the moniker among Wu brethren and other prominent emcees. The single "Verbal Intercourse" featured the first appearance of Nas Escobar, Nas' alter ego. Similarly, Raekwon and Ghostface Killah, who served as Rae's partner in rhyme throughout the entire Cuban Linx album, also developed a slew of other identities. Identities like Lex Diamond, one of the flashy, witty and intellectually stimulating personas of the multifaceted Raekwon.
In the years after the release of Cuban Linx, Raekwon continued to record several albums with the Clan including the platinum Wu-Tang Forver (1997) and The W (2000), as well as the gold Iron Flag (2001). He also starred in the critically acclaimed film Black and White, before releasing his second solo album, Immobilarity in 1999. Four years later, it's time for another masterpiece from Raekwon.
The Lex Diamond Story, Raekwon's forthcoming third solo album is that desperately needed effort. This new LP is as much a reflection of his first musical triumph Cuban Linx, as it is a manifestation of the future and what is to come from this great emcee. Raekwon is like the E.F. Hutton of hip-hop: when he speaks, everyone listens. The current void in hip-hop is filled with this rap veteran's
crafty verbal gymnastics and artistic form of storytelling. The Lex Diamond Story takes the top shelf elements of the Wu's first album and the finest sentiments of Raekwon's debut and joins them together to deliver another classic album to the masses.
A lyrical gourmet meal, The Lex Diamond Story shows that The Chef still possesses the recipe to cook up a jambalaya of words with the main ingredient being superior skills. Animated and intense, Raekwon's stealth delivery is filled with emotion, skilled cadence and an array of diverse stories, hooks, and topics. The track, "All Over Again (The Way We Were)" touches on the flavour of "Can It Be All So Simple" with its tale of street survival. Meanwhile, "Pit Bull Fights" is reminiscent of the ferocious lyrical beating inflicted on "Incarcerated Scarfaces." Raekwon is indisputably at his creative beast. Unchained and uninhibited, he is assertive with his music and focused on his goals.
Incarcerated Scarfaces
Raekwon Lyrics
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Somethin' heroic in his manner
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so calm
Acts like he has a dream
Full of passion
You don't trust me, huh?
You know why
We're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
Knock niggas out the box all the time
Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire, big ones (uh-huh)
(Yeah, motherfucker, straight up)
(I'll fuck your whole team up)
Take care of B.I., Chef (got your back John John)
(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo)
Fly G.I. Nigga
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
Thug-related style attract millions, fans
They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land?
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be frontin', hourglass-heads niggas be wantin'
Shuttin' down your slot, time for pumpin'
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but, yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got the collars
Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit
Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it
Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the uninvited
Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga, mics is gettin' fired
More fiends, chicks be burnin' like chlorine
Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moët be tastin' like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up
You never had no wins, slidin' in these dens
With Timbs, with MAC-10's and broke friends
You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son?
Do you wanna battle for cash and see who sons who?
I'll probably wax tracks, smack rap niggas, you, facts
Niggas' lyrically wack, nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin' Scud missiles
You rollin' like Trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, it's just slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eatin' salads
We beatin' mics sendin' keys to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
But soon to get a article in Rap Page
But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac'
Bank account fat, it's goin' down like that
And pardon the French, but let me speak Italian
Black stallions wildlin' on Shaolin
That means the island of Staten
And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
It's for real though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza
Catchin' asthma, Rae is stickin' gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skatin' through the projects with big ones
Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs
Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians
Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building
Niggas, yo, they be foldin' like envelopes
Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke
Yo, Africans denyin' niggas up in yellow cabs
Musty like fuck, wavin' they arms to Arabs
Sit back, coolin' like Kahlúas on rocks
On the crack spots, rubber band wrap all my knots
View bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds
Pussy's hurtin', they did it for a yard for the feds
Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it
Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
(Yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out)
(It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto)
(Get lifted in the staircases)
(Peace, incarcerated scarfaces)
(Time is runnin' out)
(Politic, ditto)
(Incarcerated scarfaces)
The lyrics to Raekwon's song Incarcerated Scarfaces depict a criminal lifestyle that is often glamorized in hip-hop culture. The first part of the song creates a character who is determined, courageous, and full of passion, but doesn't look like a killer. This initial description is followed by a brief dialogue that acknowledges the lack of trust within the criminal world. The rest of the song mainly consists of Raekwon bragging about his thug-related style and how he and the Wu-Tang Clan are unstoppable. The lyrics also mention drug dealing, violence, and money.
The language used in these lyrics is very descriptive of the harsh realities of the streets. The song captures the essence of the drug-dealing culture that Raekwon and others like him were a part of, and the threat of incarceration that loomed over their heads. The lyrics illustrate a world of violence and conflict, where survival is only possible through cunning and daring.
Line by Line Meaning
He looks determined without bein' ruthless
He appears focused and driven without being cruel or heartless
Somethin' heroic in his manner
There is a sense of bravery in his presence
There's a courage about him, doesn't look like a killer
He exudes bravery but doesn't have the appearance of a murderer
Comes across so calm
He gives off a calm and collected vibe
Acts like he has a dream
He behaves as if he has a significant goal or aspiration
Full of passion
He is filled with intense drive and enthusiasm
You don't trust me, huh?
You seem skeptical and doubtful of me, right?
You know why
I understand the reasons behind your lack of trust
I do
Yes, I comprehend
We're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
It is not expected or advised to place trust in anyone within our line of work
Knock niggas out the box all the time
Consistently defeating and surpassing others
Niggas know my motherfuckin' repertoire, big ones (uh-huh)
People are aware of my impressive skills and abilities
(Yeah, motherfucker, straight up)
(Yes, asshole, absolutely)
(I'll fuck your whole team up)
(I will completely defeat your entire group)
Take care of B.I., Chef (got your back John John)
Support and protect B.I. and Chef (I'm here for you, John John)
(Yeah, bust it, yo, yo)
(Yes, listen up, pay attention)
Fly G.I. Nigga
I am a highly skilled and impressive individual
Now, yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out
Hey, hey, what's going on? We're running out of time
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
This situation is serious, let's come together, discuss, agree
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
We have the opportunity to switch positions and find pleasure in secluded areas
Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
Absolutely, peace to those imprisoned individuals with visible scars
Thug-related style attract millions, fans
A style associated with criminal behavior appeals to millions of supporters
They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land?
They comprehend my strategy, who is the individual driving the green Land Rover?
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
The RZA and I join forces, causing an explosion that leads to your defeat
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Mediocre groups are completely crushed and injured
Fake be frontin', hourglass-heads niggas be wantin'
Inauthentic people pretend, while individuals with female-like figures try to imitate
Shuttin' down your slot, time for pumpin'
Closing off your territory, it's time for action
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
A venomous attack that hits hard and overwhelms weak individuals
Rae's a heavy generator, but, yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Raekwon is a powerful force, but, hey, can you guess who is the African American version of Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got the collars
Money is coming in constantly, the Wu-Tang Clan has control
Scholars, word life, peace to Power and my whole unit
Scholars, absolutely true, peace to Power and my entire crew
Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it
Absolutely, ready to start something, but don't escalate it
Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut
Authentic individuals fire bullets, peace to those in Connecticut
Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Chef will excel and stand out, his lyrics are extraordinary
Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue
Authentic individuals rise up and spend their money on things worth disputing
But this time is for the uninvited
However, this time is dedicated to those who were not welcomed
Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga, mics is gettin' fired
Go ahead and rap along to it, weak individual, microphones are being utilized skillfully
More fiends, chicks be burnin' like chlorine
Additional addicts, women are suffering and consuming drugs intensely
Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
People acknowledge and identify me everywhere, from Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moët be tastin' like throw-up
But wait, Moët champagne has a repulsive taste
My mob roll up, dripped to death, whips rolled up
My crew arrives in full force, dressed impeccably, expensive cars pulled up
You never had no wins, slidin' in these dens
You have never experienced any victories, entering these dangerous places
With Timbs, with MAC-10's and broke friends
Wearing Timberland boots, armed with MAC-10 guns, and accompanied by unreliable companions
You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son?
You possess firearms? I have firearms too, what's going on, my friend?
Do you wanna battle for cash and see who sons who?
Are you interested in engaging in a rap battle for money to determine who is superior?
I'll probably wax tracks, smack rap niggas, you, facts
I would likely dominate on tracks, defeat inferior rappers, including you, it's true
Niggas' lyrically wack, nigga
Other rappers are severely lacking in lyrical skill, my friend
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin' Scud missiles
I have no patience for unoriginality, weak individuals, or empty threats
You rollin' like Trump, you get your meat lumped
If you act arrogantly like Trump, you will be severely beaten
For real, it's just slang rap democracy
Seriously, it's merely a form of slang-infused democratic rap
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Here's the rule, remove your wedding band and Wallabee shoes
Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eatin' salads
Examine the current situation, you will soon witness me at Caesar's Palace, enjoying healthy meals
We beatin' mics sendin' keys to Dallas
We are overpowering microphones and sending drugs to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
I handle rhymes like a successful retail business, ensuring they are marketable
From where we at to my man's cell
From our current location to my friend's prison cell
From staircase to stage, minimum wage
From humble beginnings on a staircase to performing on stage, earning a low wage
But soon to get a article in Rap Page
However, I will soon be featured in an article in Rap Page magazine
But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac'
But all I require is my home, my firearm, and my Acura
Bank account fat, it's goin' down like that
My bank account is substantial, things are happening just like that
And pardon the French, but let me speak Italian
And forgive the use of slang language, but allow me to speak in a more sophisticated manner
Black stallions wildlin' on Shaolin
Black luxury cars are speeding and causing chaos on the streets of Shaolin (Staten Island)
That means the island of Staten
That refers to the island of Staten
And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
And individuals carry firearms while there are many police officers from Manhattan present
(Yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out)
(Hey, hey, what's going on? We're running out of time)
(Politic, ditto)
(Discuss, agree)
(Incarcerated scarfaces)
(Imprisoned individuals with visible scars)
I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza
I engage in this activity for the African American men in the Plaza barber shop
Catchin' asthma, Rae is stickin' gun-flashers
Experiencing shortness of breath, Raekwon is intimidating those who brandish guns
Well-dressed, skatin' through the projects with big ones
Looking fashionable, maneuvering swiftly through the low-income housing with large amounts of money
Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs
Malfunctioning elevators, darkness surrounds us, place someone on the upper floor discreetly
Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians
Adapt easily like a chameleon, strike unsuspecting victims
Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building
Hand over the money or sacrifice your children, vacate the premises
Niggas, yo, they be foldin' like envelopes
Individuals easily surrender and collapse like envelopes
Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke
Overwhelmed by stress, similar to Lou Ferrigno under the influence of cocaine
Yo, Africans denyin' niggas up in yellow cabs
Hey, African individuals refuse to pick up African American people in their taxis
Musty like fuck, wavin' they arms to Arabs
Unpleasantly smelling and displaying desperation to Arab individuals
Sit back, coolin' like Kahlúas on rocks
Relax and unwind like Kahlúa liqueur served over ice
On the crack spots, rubber band wrap all my knots
In the locations where drugs are sold, I secure my money with rubber bands
View bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds
Observe women who have sexual relations with men with dreadlocks while under the influence of Sudafed
Pussy's hurtin', they did it for a yard for the feds
Women are in pain, they engaged in sexual activity in exchange for a prison visit with their partners
Word up, cousin, nigga, I seen it
Absolutely, my friend, I witnessed it
Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it
Just like a 27-inch Zenith television, trust and accept it
(Yo, yo, what up, yo? Time is runnin' out)
(Hey, hey, what's going on? We're running out of time)
(It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto)
(This is serious, let's come together, discuss, agree)
(Get lifted in the staircases)
(Experience euphoria in secluded areas)
(Peace, incarcerated scarfaces)
(Peace to those imprisoned individuals with visible scars)
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Abrim Tilmon, Corey Woods, Robert Diggs
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@ufa621
If anybody under the age of 25 is listening to this, this is what we call real hip hop
@johngerstner2030
I’m 15 and becoming a student of the game
@MouseR985
I'm 15 and old school hip hop is all I listen to
@October3074
@MouseR bless u Hunnybunny!
@aidanfox8219
I'm currently 18 years old and I've been listening to this since I was about 3 years younger.
@RockwellSudoxe305
Word Up!!!!!
@jaybug1171
51 yrs and still banging this shit. My funeral songs are gonna be weird.
@GabrielPerez-bk7bb
😂😂😂😂😂
@theroc8590
No it won’t if they get it they get it… they don’t they don’t 👐🏿👐🏿👐🏿👐🏿 SUUUUUU
@mwil7106
Nah God! We living forever!!