[Intro: Raekwon, various samples]

"Live in stereo"

Yessir! This what I wanna hear, my nigga, yeah

Tss..yeah, yeah ("These parts bug me!")

You don't even know, that's the official word up in the town, you heard?

(Aight... yeah) Hahaha ("Who needs trees?")

Get that swing (Yessir!) – get it in, man (Yeah...)

That's the official shit kid, uh-huh (Fuck that)

Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park and shit

("What are you gonna rap about?")

(Hen Rock, nigga... yeah, that's all I'ma say...)

Yeah, when niggas was rhyming hard and coming crazy

(My hood know what the fuck it is, boy)

Electrifying and vivid (All that... all that...)

Yo – (Sup? Yo, what the fuck...)

[Verse: Raekwon]

I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I'm mad high

Stolen black Jag, I brag fly

Yeah, yo – a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes

Jews want the crib when the god dies

I'm deadly – metaphors'll dog you, while I'm in the Forbes:

'First 500 Niggas Who Raw Live'

"Yo, B, the nigga Shallah, he low-key, but he O.G. –

Half of his niggas gone in hidin'"

Federados asleep, police holdin' my old piece

Heard the young policeman died

58 carats of glass, the Aston blueberry black

Where I keep my ices and knives at

One of the force rawest, yo, we're British aware

Who get money, shoot dice in his fortress

Mocknecks and Stratus

8 Ball jackets, the hagglers of the rap game

Post up – "Surprise! I want that spot"

Coolin' with the Supervillain team, all you other playboys is twats

Niggas be down for the murder game

Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a nigga' frame

I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian

Polly with them niggas with the waves in their dome like tsunami

All we do is get fresh and fuck ma, probably–

Yo' baby mama gave me head in Barney's, wild out calmly

And I got giants and armies

While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas

Yeah – Chef back, some call him Louis Smith slash

Lex Diamond, and his chick sell crack

We rep bananas, peep this, 'Legend of Stan Smith's

$700 jeans, keepin' ya man distance

Yeah, son, give me your ear, son

("Yo yo yo, yo!") "Yo, get the fuck away from the ropes, man"

("Fuckin' chicken! Hahaha...")

[Outro: various TV and movie samples]

[DOOM underling] "DOOM! The warning signal again, somebody approaches!"

[Doctor DOOM] "What manner of creatures are these? There they are again! Fire!!"

[Narrator] "A gunshot from inside the house forces a change of plans"

{*a monster growling*}

[Squad leader]

"Okay, let's make sure all the windows are covered!"

[Narrator] "A straightforward entry has turned into–what appears to be–a barricaded standoff"

[Squad leader] "Police department! Come to the front door!"

[Scarface impression] "Anything you say, cracker!"

[Narrator #2] "As the funky beat continues..."