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Glaciers of Ice (feat. Ghostface Killah & Masta Killa)
Raekwon
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Yeah, yo, son you gotta take me to get them Clarks, man Yo, check it out, yo Yo, I got a new, yoo— niggas don't even know, son Yo, check the joint, boom Yo, I got a crazy idea how to do Clarks now Check it out, boom, this is how you freak 'em, boom You go get— You go get the cream joints, right? Boom Now, now, all you— all you dye is this shit right here, boom And this, you know what I'm saying? Any color you want But it'd be like, blue and cream You know what I'm saying? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Shit like that, niggas don't even know But son, word is bond, I'ma rock niggas this summer On the real, know what I'm saying? (Yeah) Yo, son, I had crazy visions Check it out, check it out, check it out, boom Just imagine if you buy, woo— check it out Just imagine you bought navy blue, right? A navy blue— A navy blue pair, right? Boom Of this— Of this shit, know what I'm saying? But dyed, get this dyed cream on top Just imagine that color, like But you got it dripping like it's marble cake, like— Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it, yo, yo, yo, yo Stand on the block, Reebok, gun cocked Avalanche rock get paid off mass murderous services Chef break 'em, watch the alley cats bake 'em Po-nine made 'em, drop grenades and take 'em Quick-fast we reflect like the sky be blue, true Wu-Tang saga continue Rap Meyer Lansky, crash your fantasy Gettin' high fellas stand by, here's the plan, see Sit back collectin' Tecs and checks and Flowin' slow in a Montero flexin' Beats break heavily, word to INS, bless me Throw me like three bags of sess For real, from the Killah Hill, locked and caged in We're sworn representatives, we actin' like made men Strive for wives, nine lives and lies Max sellin', enjoy the highs, what? The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams Baker, baker, pull off a Keystone caper Point out the baddest bitch in the crowd and watch me scrape her Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony Degrees of punishment increase intensely Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums But the battle was won by swords bein' swung Slicin' with a vocal from the international vocalist Your style is too local to **** with this Offensive antagonist No assistance, movin' motionless Mysterious swiftness Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain Mental gives the signal to the physical Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle Violent temperaments left continents dented Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart Vital sparks from the arteries stopped The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams Straight up and down, it's all good Peace to them check-cashin', chain-snatchin', gun-flashin' Niggas in the hoods bubblin' goods Analyze Starks, who be buying lion heads and Clarks To all my house bitches, Starks'll be home soon I'm on tour, chill, catch me '96 in June But until then my ten-man team be safe Chill on the whips for seven months, we can all get laced Take a boat cruise, sip daiquiris and max Swimmin' pools, fly jewels, Wally shoes, blow stacks Relax kids, black kids got a cravin' for Cris Until we get back, unpack, leave the Mac with your Wis' But whatever, I gotta hit other sides of the Earth Spread Wu-ness, rule this, civilization's cursed But luckily I'm born to be wild and then be out Move crowds, collect twenty thou' and then be out Heavy convoys, my crew keep pretty boys paranoid Built like a steroid pat down Dan Aykroyd My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family The treasure is the glaciers of ice The treasure is the glaciers of ice The treasure is the glaciers of ice, original man Possess the power to hold G's, guns and grams Baker, baker, pull off a Keystone caper Point out the baddest bitch in the house and watch me scrape her My seeds grow with his seeds, marry his seeds That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family Been a long time since the Father left in '69 It's been a long time since Wu-Tang had the chance to shine It's been a long time since we had diamonds, gold and drank Cristal wine It's been a long time, my people walking around here dumb, deaf, and blind It's been a long time since you had a Son of Man chant like golden wine It's been a long time, it's been a long time It's been a long time Yo, it's been a long time What's on your mind? Check it, respect heat holders Respect heat holders
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