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.
The Watch
Raekwon Lyrics
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Nah man, nah man, hell nah
These bitches is frontin'
The fuck the shit go?
Them drug gangstas
Yo son, you got my shit?
Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit
Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit
Yo, son, my shit is gone
Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit
Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the
I started buggin' out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit
Passed off, rubbin' on my ski hat, oh shit
My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?
Gleamin' little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded
Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed
And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna play me for test
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
After that I'm goin' at niggaz pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Then help me find my shit
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet
Bitch spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce
Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face
She pulled out two white owls
Everybody back the fuck up, move
Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon
Pah, with you and your dudes
If my shit come up, cool
Matter of fact, clack, clack, clack, clack
Niggas pulled out tools
Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear
We just lost about mansion in here
And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em
Excuse me, miss, no I ain't havin' it
I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch
Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off and take off those chains
The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started sprayin'
Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke
The owner slid through beefin', Duke threw the toast to his throat
We brought the noise like we here to promote
My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes
Yo we're leavin' with the vote
A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin'
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
We did our thing too we got to the envy lobby
Our last four or five shots we see nobody
Yo, yo, yo, yo, turn the fuckin' lights off
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear
We just lost about mansion in here
And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem
Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em
Eh yo, eh yo, shit got real that night
Power grabbed him, Vine smacked him dead in his head
(Oh shit, nigga he got a Magnum)
Yo we all holdin', rollin'
Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him
Watchin' niggas foldin'
The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
Let off the wheelchair nigga got him and ran
Surround the don, full body armor automatically on
The faggots passed off the watch and gone
(Yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit)
Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up
Matter of fact nigga, line the fuck up
Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman
Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it
Two shot G's pealed his meat
Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak
Corey pulled the truck up, see-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up
Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka
The song "Missing Watch" by Raekwon is a tale of a lost watch and the frantic search for it in a club setting. The song opens with Raekwon questioning where his watch is, and a friend denying any involvement in its loss. The lyrics then take a dark turn, with Raekwon getting increasingly frustrated and aggressive as he suspects someone in the club has stolen his watch. He begins eyeing people's faces and going through their pockets, all while aggressively interrogating them.
Amidst all of this chaos, the chorus repeats, "if we don't get it back, it's gon' be a problem," which adds to the tense and dangerous atmosphere of the song. As the search for the lost watch continues, the lyrics become increasingly violent, with Raekwon and his companions using weapons and force to try and retrieve the missing item.
Overall, "Missing Watch" is a vividly told story of a man's quest to find his lost watch and the dark and dangerous world he inhabits while doing so.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh shit, fuck is my watch at? Shit man, fuck
I can't find my watch and I'm frustrated and angry about it
Nah man, nah man, hell nah
No, I don't have your watch and I'm refusing to give it to you
These bitches is frontin'
These women are pretending and lying
The fuck the shit go?
Where did the watch go? What happened to it?
Them drug gangstas
Those drug dealers/gangsters
Yo son, you got my shit?
Hey, friend, do you have my watch?
Nah, son, I ain't got ya shit
No, friend, I don't have your watch
Son, you ain't got my shit?
Friend, you really don't have my watch?
Nah, nigga, I ain't got ya shit
No, man, I really don't have your watch
Yo, son, my shit is gone
Hey, friend, my watch is missing
Pah listen, I ain't got ya shit
Listen, man, I really don't have your watch
Lex you sure you ain't leave it in the
Lex, are you certain you didn't leave it in the...
I started buggin' out, fell in the zone, half the bone lit
I became agitated, lost focus, and only half-finished smoking marijuana
Passed off, rubbin' on my ski hat, oh shit
I handed off my joint and started touching my ski hat, expressing surprise
My blunt fell, my watch, you seen it?
My joint fell, and my watch was with it, did you see where it went?
Gleamin' little young fella, he just had the stupidest look, weeded
There was a young guy shining brightly, he had a foolish expression and was high
Yo, I'm tired and stressed, hungry and I'm vexed
Hey, I'm exhausted, anxious, and frustrated
And I'm flippin' 'cause these niggaz wanna play me for test
And I'm getting angry because these guys want to challenge or disrespect me
Shit fell off ya hand Lord? Stop it, I'm eyein niggaz in they faces
Did something fall off your hand, man? Stop kidding, I'm closely examining people's faces
After that I'm goin' at niggaz pockets
After that, I'm searching people's pockets
The watch, faggot yeah, y'all niggaz got my shit
The watch, damn it, yeah, you guys have my watch
Yo Lex we family, I helped you cop yo' shit
Hey Lex, we're like family, I assisted you in buying your stuff
Then help me find my shit
So, help me locate my watch
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Staring suspiciously at everyone who resembles a fake Frankie Lymon in the place
Break out, find my shit
Leave and search for my watch
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Yeah, I feel like I've been robbed now, I sense it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin' to crochet
Many women are passing by the guy attempting to seduce them
Bitch spell it, listen trick, be out, bounce
Woman, explain it clearly, listen carefully, leave, go away
Blew an ounce off of weed in the bitch face
I blew a lot of marijuana smoke into the woman's face
She pulled out two white owls
She took out two white cigarillos
Everybody back the fuck up, move
Everyone back away and move
Chef, you actin' like a loose cannon
Chef, you're behaving recklessly and unpredictably
Pah, with you and your dudes
Nevermind, I don't trust you and your friends
If my shit come up, cool
If my watch is found, that's fine
Matter of fact, clack, clack, clack, clack
Actually, the sound of guns being loaded
Niggas pulled out tools
Guys revealed weapons
Pass the illumin' Lord, tell the DJ yo, turn the fuckin' music off
Give me the microphone, Lord, instruct the DJ to stop the music
We got announcements, we want y'all to listen clear
We have important messages and we want everyone to listen carefully
We just lost about mansion in here
We just experienced a big problem or loss in this place
And yo, eh yo, if we don't get it back it's gon' be a problem
And hey, if we don't retrieve it, there will be a serious issue
Then my niggas gon' react and that'll be a problem
Then my friends will respond aggressively and that will be a problem
Eighty-five thou' gone we got a fuckin' problem
85 thousand dollars is missing, we have a big problem
Ain't nobody leavin' alive until we find 'em
Nobody will be allowed to leave until we find the culprits
Excuse me, miss, no I ain't havin' it
Excuse me, ma'am, I won't accept this
I smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
I hit him with a firearm, and the woman fell to the ground
Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Then I left the situation, dropped out of it
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream stitch
Wearing fashionable and high-quality Courdouroy Bailey's shoes with cream-colored stitching
Powerhouse biscuits that blow roofs off
Powerful punches that cause significant damage
Rae watch is missin', you take ya boots off and take off those chains
My watch is missing, please remove your boots and relinquish your chains
The fat fuck thought I was playin' so I started sprayin'
The obese guy thought I was joking, so I began firing my weapon
Chicks hit the floor, bottles broke
Women fell to the ground, bottles were shattered
The owner slid through beefin', Duke threw the toast to his throat
The owner came in angry, and Duke threw a gun towards his throat
We brought the noise like we here to promote
We caused a disturbance as if we were here to advertise or publicize something
My man don't get his shit in four or five minutes
My friend, if he doesn't recover his possessions in a few minutes
Yo we're leavin' with the vote
We will leave with force
A gangsta's lotto, thirteen bodies and still climbin'
A gangster's collection of bodies, 13 already and still increasing
Big shotties, bodied when they sniff body
Powerful guns, killing when they encounter a person
We did our thing too we got to the envy lobby
We also caused destruction, and we reached the floor full of envy
Our last four or five shots we see nobody
Our recent four or five gunshots didn't hit anyone
Power grabbed him, Vine smacked him dead in his head
I seized power, and Vine hit him hard in the head
(Oh shit, nigga he got a Magnum)
(Oh no, he has a Magnum handgun)
Yo we all holdin', rollin'
Hey, we all have weapons and we're prepared for action
Grab a nigga, search him if he front, fuck it, blow him
Capture a guy, search him if he acts tough, screw it, kill him
Watchin' niggas foldin'
Observing guys breaking down emotionally
The bartender got a shotgun in his hand
The bartender is holding a shotgun
Let off the wheelchair nigga got him and ran
The guy in the wheelchair fired the weapon and fled
Surround the don, full body armor automatically on
We encircle the leader, wearing complete protective gear
The faggots passed off the watch and gone
The culprits handed off the watch and disappeared
(Yo y'all niggas ain't searchin' shit)
(Hey, you guys aren't finding anything)
Yo where the big mouth at? Niggas step up
Hey, where is the loudmouth guy? Guys, come forward
Matter of fact nigga, line the fuck up
Actually, guys, form a line quickly
Nigga tried to swing on G's but he a gentleman
A guy attempted to attack me and my crew, but I showed restraint
Son, he dropped the dead arm but failed to see it
Man, he let go of his non-functioning arm but didn't realize it
Two shot G's pealed his meat
Two shots from my friends stripped his flesh
Let's see, niggas tried to front like my niggas is weak
Let's test this, guys pretending that my crew is not strong
Corey pulled the truck up, see-4ed this bitch, blew it the fuck up
Corey drove the truck closer, armed the explosive device, and detonated it
Niggas'll use and niggas'll die in this mothafucka
People will exploit and people will die in this place
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Written by: COREY WOODS, DENNIS DAVID COLES, J. BRATCHER
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