This Shit Hard - Intellectual

[Hook]

Fuck a middleman, I can get it direct

Cook it up, watch it bubble in that pyrex

This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout

I could show you how to make a killing in them projects

All I need is some powder and a pyrex

This shit hard, that's what I'm talking 'bout

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I'm getting fronted by the boat, waiting 'til they catapault

Raw organic blow, straight off the banana boat

Frantic when them birds landed, niggas damn near had a stroke

?? shook a can of coke

Voila as the baking soda merging

Agua, make it up bubble up like detergent

Start off soft when I whip it, work it

Come back hard like a nigga from his first bid

Yeah, this is the type of shit that hook your mayor

Marion, rich, pure, white like an Aryan

Met him at the Sheraton, reminded me of Pablo

Giving me his spiel while I inhale cigar smoke

He said I supply it through private cargo

You need to find a pilot that could fly you to Chicago

And back to the condo to come up with a plan

I met a plug, cutting out the middleman

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Yeah, ?? shit smell like fish scale, cocaine

Let the water boil then I cook it on the low flame

Whipping up the whole thing with a box of Arm &

Hammer, shit coming back like karma

Pull it out the water, the icing on the cake

Let it dry, paper towels sitting on a plate

Scrape the shake out the pot, the feeling on his face

So numb that he try to tell me how it tastes

Hit the cookie with the razor, make it crumble

Nigga at the kitchen table wrapping up bundles

Caught carpel tunnel in your wrist I'll be damned

Got the whole hood looking like Zombie Land

Now I'm at the dock, directing the van back

Forklift the pallet, ripping off the saran wrap

White like anthrax, nigga met the birdman

Now I got them things transported through a ??

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

Ayo, the Carlos Slim of the hood

Champion hoodie, what's goodie

I'll put y'all niggas on and I'm fully

A gangsta 'til I'm gone

Been blessed with these ounces for so long

Giving niggas money for their moms

This bail paper right here is backup

I'm leaving the country, need a trillion on my arm to live comfy

Back up, my spots is like leopards

I come through with shepherds

Shoulder strap on, black Louis black bombers

Yeah the police is scared and it's weird

400 thousand, take them there

You know it's all of us, one crack you can't even spam

I'm not doing jail for racketeering

My niggas gangsta for sure

We'll shoot anything, just open the door

We get it in, we want RBC money

Ready with black crack, running back to the crib, they coming