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.
Molasses
Raekwon Lyrics
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Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right? Ice H2O
Aight, keep all that, keep all that keep our palace, nigga
Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? Aiyo, aiyo
Word to the gold Panamaras, and to the wood grain in my labo
I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
When niggas catch visions of killing capos
Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda
See demons scheming, niggas get live in the Beacon
I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman
Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up
We sell love slinging like Siemens, the snortable Beemers
They love calling niggas names out, you screaming
Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas'll grab Bust'
Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups
Catch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas
With me, me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short
Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk
Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I'm cut from
Is straight from a rich nigga genie
Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
The watch mother pearl weather seashells
Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
Twitter thug, I'm the timeline strangler
Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunk
I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards
Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers
I give a fuck what you talking 'bout
Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping
Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing
Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru'
The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude
Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eights
With bald-heads, all live wires
Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime
We just left Un's, straight up
And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud's
Bought a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's
IMAX Theaters, Astoria Waldorf
Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off
Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed
Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o's
And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shit
Hidden in coffins, flying over seas
And if you ever try to ruin my night
I'm a make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite
Shot caller, laying in big laws
Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca
Daytime hawk, a nasty street author
Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the Porsche's
Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run through
Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches
Army coats on, playing the benches
Getting paper, sly, that's the motto, intelligent goons
Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow
Army shit, nigga
Camouflage, guerrilla shit, nigga
You know what it is, man
Yo, Lex, talk, yeah
Where ya man at? Let's go
Stay together, my nigga
The lyrics of Raekwon Ft Rick Ross & Ghostface's Molasses are filled with references to gangsters and their lifestyles. The opening lines of the song are a conversation between two people, discussing the need to re-do the intro to the song. Raekwon then mentions the gold Panamaras and the wood grain in his labo, flaunting his luxury lifestyle. He then raps about his flow scaffolding, going the extra mile, and his Palestinian armor and golden rocket launcher. He references demons scheming and the Beacon, presumably a reference to the infamous Beacon Theatre in New York. Rae culminates by saying he is the Blair Witch nigga in the rented.
Rick Ross then comes in with the chorus, which is followed by Ghostface, who raps about leaving the pretty to the females, Twitter thugs, timeline stranglers, mob meetings, Scabetti surfing, and eleven homes and six trust funds. He speaks of roasting marshmallows, drinking bottles of Cru' and buying a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's.
Overall, the song is a depiction of an opulent gangster lifestyle, filled with luxurious cars, expensive watches, mob meetings, and a disregard for life.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, legend, what's good, legend, what's going on?
Hey, esteemed individual, how are you doing? What's happening?
Yo, we gotta do the intro over and all that, right? Ice H2O
Hey, we need to redo the introduction, right? Representing the Ice H2O movement.
Aight, keep all that, keep all that keep our palace, nigga
Alright, let's keep all the good things, let's keep our place of power intact.
Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
Yes, absolutely, increase the volume, my friend.
Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? Aiyo, aiyo
Hey, Ross, how are you doing, my friend? Listen up, listen up.
Word to the gold Panamaras, and to the wood grain in my labo
I swear by the luxurious gold Panamaras and the wood grain in my laboratory.
I go the extra mile, my flow scaffolds
I always put in extra effort, my creative expression builds on itself.
Crew cuts, the older niggas, the same rumors, just the same goons
Older individuals with military-style haircuts, the same rumors spread about them, always the same troublemakers.
When niggas catch visions of killing capos
When individuals start envisioning ways to eliminate leaders.
Palestinian armor, golden rocket launcher, my aunt
Protective gear reminiscent of Palestinian warriors, a powerful weapon like a golden rocket launcher, belonging to my aunt.
She copped it from me, bought it in Rwanda
She acquired it from me, buying it in Rwanda.
See demons scheming, niggas get live in the Beacon
Observing evil forces plotting, people becoming more active in the Beacon area.
I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman
I'm certainly going to disrupt things like Morgan Freeman's character in the movie 'Shawshank Redemption'.
Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
A rapper who easily attracts women, a wealthy individual who rents out others for personal interaction.
And incidents, my fingerprints been tore up
And various events, my involvement can be easily recognized.
We sell love slinging like Siemens, the snortable Beemers
We distribute love and drugs like the corporation Siemens does, with drugs that can be snorted like Beemer cars.
They love calling niggas names out, you screaming
They enjoy verbally attacking people, causing you to passionately defend yourself.
Feds try to tap us and plus clap us, niggas'll grab Bust'
The authorities attempt to monitor and apprehend us, but we will react aggressively in defense.
Throw you in the rassle, yo, clap ups
Engage in a physical confrontation, resulting in loud applause.
Catch me at the Stephen King mansion, with four of my Branson niggas
Find me at the luxurious Stephen King mansion, accompanied by four of my wealthy associates.
With me, me and Britney, a dancer
I'm accompanied by Britney, a talented dancer.
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
You can determine the authenticity of your belongings by how well your hat fits on your head, understanding its significance.
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
I'm like the mysterious character from the Blair Witch Project, dominating while operating a rented vehicle.
Curtains in the five-seven, chunky and short
Driving in a five-seven vehicle with tinted windows, distinctive and powerful.
Bagging dope up in the backseat, your packages walk
Preparing drugs in the backseat, ensuring the packages are of high quality.
Holding my girl wedding ring, she Medellin
Holding my girlfriend's engagement ring, she's compared to the infamous Medellin cartel.
Name is Coretta King, live in Alpharetta and she never leave me
Her name is Coretta King, residing in Alpharetta, and she remains loyal and devoted to me.
Flow freely this is all graffiti, the cloth I'm cut from
My words flow effortlessly, like graffiti art, representing the background and upbringing that shaped me.
Is straight from a rich nigga genie
It directly originates from the essence of a wealthy individual.
Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
I'm still rough and rugged, leaving the notion of being attractive to females.
The watch mother pearl weather seashells
The watch has a mother-of-pearl exterior, reminiscent of beautiful seashells.
Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
Being the best option available, making others do the work and collect money.
Twitter thug, I'm the timeline strangler
Acting tough on social media, I control and intimidate individuals on the timeline.
Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
Get into a fight, aggressively striking, as dangerous as angel dust.
Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunk
Wearing a necklace made of Cuban links, smoking potent marijuana, stored in the trunk of a Brink's vehicle.
I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards
I associate with individuals who use drugs, sniffing cocaine, and exploit weak individuals.
Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers
Wearing tracking devices on our ankles, even during intimate moments, showing no regard for personal hygiene.
I give a fuck what you talking 'bout
I don't care about what you're saying.
Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
Attending secret gatherings of organized crime, we are the only ones leaving unharmed.
Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping
Igniting marijuana once a person finishes slurping up long strands of spaghetti.
Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing
Traveling in style, surfing the waves in my new vehicle, referred to as 'Scabetti'.
Still gritty, leave the pretty to the females
I'm still rough and rugged, leaving the notion of being attractive to females.
The watch mother pearl weather seashells
The watch has a mother-of-pearl exterior, reminiscent of beautiful seashells.
Pick of the litter, have this nigga picking paper up
Being the best option available, making others do the work and collect money.
Twitter thug, I'm the timeline strangler
Acting tough on social media, I control and intimidate individuals on the timeline.
Get 'em up, banging dangerous as angel dust
Get into a fight, aggressively striking, as dangerous as angel dust.
Cuban Linx smoking stink in the Brink's trunk
Wearing a necklace made of Cuban links, smoking potent marijuana, stored in the trunk of a Brink's vehicle.
I run with killas who snort powder, extort cowards
I associate with individuals who use drugs, sniffing cocaine, and exploit weak individuals.
Ankle monitors under garments, so fuck showers
Wearing tracking devices on our ankles, even during intimate moments, showing no regard for personal hygiene.
I give a fuck what you talking 'bout
I don't care about what you're saying.
Mob meetings, we them only niggas walking out
Attending secret gatherings of organized crime, we are the only ones leaving unharmed.
Sparking purple once a nigga done spaghetti slurping
Igniting marijuana once a person finishes slurping up long strands of spaghetti.
Fly away in my new, Scabetti, surfing
Traveling in style, surfing the waves in my new vehicle, referred to as 'Scabetti'.
Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows, bottles of Cru'
Hey, we're in the rear area cooking marshmallows, enjoying bottles of Cru' champagne.
The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude
The conversation revolves around wealthy individuals who wear big chains, often exhibiting arrogance.
Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty eights
Individuals who study legal matters in the library, concealing handguns with silencers.
With bald-heads, all live wires
With bald heads, representing their boldness and impulsiveness.
Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime
Owning eleven houses, having access to six trust funds, returning home after serving a ten-year prison sentence.
We just left Un's, straight up
We recently left the United Nations, being completely honest.
And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaud's
We are cooking something on the stoves, wearing denim Gibaud jeans.
Bought a Dairy Queen in Queens right next to Lowe's
Purchased a Dairy Queen restaurant in the Queens neighborhood, conveniently located next to a Lowe's store.
IMAX Theaters, Astoria Waldorf
Visiting the IMAX Theaters at Astoria Waldorf, experiencing high-quality cinema.
Philip Drummer suite, pretty young thing sucking my balls off
Staying in the luxurious Philip Drummer suite, enjoying the company of an attractive woman performing oral sex.
Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed
Taking relaxing bubble baths, smoking hash, becoming intoxicated, with eyes closed in pure bliss.
Silk drawers, fronting in my key lime pie Wall-o's
Wearing silk underwear, showing off my expensive jewelry, reminiscent of key lime pie, stacked in my safe.
And I still got a half a key indeed, Frank Lucas shit
I still possess a significant amount of drugs, just like Frank Lucas in the movie 'American Gangster'.
Hidden in coffins, flying over seas
Concealing drugs in coffins, smuggling them across international waters.
And if you ever try to ruin my night
And if you ever attempt to spoil my evening.
I'm a make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite
I will ensure my most reliable associate shoots you multiple times.
Shot caller, laying in big laws
Being a leader who gives orders, surrounded by powerful individuals.
Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killer like Orca
Strong and unyielding, my pinky finger is adorned with luxurious jewelry, reminiscent of the deadly killer whale.
Daytime hawk, a nasty street author
Asserting dominance during the day, an offensive and provocative street intellectual.
Me, Rae and Rick, Uzi'd out in the Porsche's
Myself, Rae, and Rick are equipped with Uzi firearms, driving in powerful Porsche vehicles.
Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal
In case we must confront an enemy, similar to how Malcolm-Jamal Warner portrayed a character in a Warner Bros. production.
I'm a Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball
I'm highly skilled and fast in my movements, like Michael Vick when he played for the Atlanta Falcons.
Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect, I hunt you down
Because I can execute precise plays, ignoring protocol, I will hunt you down if you disrespect me.
Ain't a muthafuckin' crew we can't run through
There isn't a single crew that we cannot defeat and overpower.
Army shit, nigga
Engaged in military-style activities, my friend.
Camouflage, guerrilla shit, nigga
Wearing camouflage attire, engaging in deceptive and unpredictable activities, my friend.
You know what it is, man
You are aware of the situation, my friend.
Yo, Lex, talk, yeah
Hey, Lex, speak up, yes.
Where ya man at? Let's go
Where is your associate? We need to leave.
Stay together, my nigga
Let's stick together, my friend.
Lyrics © Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Dennis D Coles, V Brown, William Leonard Roberts
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