Raekwon, MC Ultra - Rakim Tribute lyrics

Yeah, what, what, yeah
Shout out The 18th Letter, you know?
Word up we gon' do it like this
And pay homage to the most livest yeah yo

I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smoke
Now I slam it when I'm done
Give me my ten G coat
To perform another song, cuz I won't let
Nobody press up and mess up, the scene I wet
I like to stand in the crowd
And watch niggas wonder
Damn, then think about, then you wonder
Clan, they just rag shit, rip shit
Bruise shit
Maybe that's the rap shit, I gotta prove shit
Even if it's jazz or the quiet storm
Now flip the beat up
Convert it to a hip hop joint
Write a rhyme and graffiti in
Every show you see me in
Deep concentration, swift like the beamer
Kid go with the crowd
While my lyrics spit flames
I flow tate the vowel
Cuz it's all in my veins
Another remedy, fly niggas is enemy
Cuz I'm live as some rap niggas with energy
Now do it, cuz I'mma put the nine on pause
My sharks beaming
Catch you on the side of the store
Call your bluff, make you stare in my face
Ya team suck
Remember me? The one you got your ideas from
How soon you start to suffer
Until you get stuck up
When you start to fuck up
That's when you get bucked up
Bitin me, you think you dope
I smash your boat, with bad coke
You should of wrote, because I ain't no joke

It's been a long time
I shouldn't have let you
Without a re-up to connect to
Think of all the weak
Product you slept through
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you

It's been a long time
I shouldn't have let you
Without a re-up to connect to
Think of all the weak
Product you slept through
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you

I was a fiend, before I was seventeen
I melt the microphone like
Blowing some evergreen
It's all in the making
From where hip hop was originated
Peace to the streets, the bubblers
Mark & dated
Cuz I grab the mic, now I say "yes ya'll"
Ya'll yell 'scrape it'
Then I'mma say 'let's ball'
Come on, cool, cuz I'mma get on rep
Twist a 'dro on the speaker
Pull the snub and then flex
Back to them crabs
Ya'll niggas had ya'll laughs
And then I spaz on the rhymes I splashed
From back to your brother gun
Then I grab the double pump
Then this the opposite
And ask if another come
Cuz I'mma get busy, get dough with my team
Yup
I don't need a cigarette, know what I mean?
I'm raging
Rip up the stage and don't it amazing
Cuz every line is laid in
Caught up, thoughts are sort a, an addiction
Bags of pies, smell of bricks, kid
Vocals vocabulary, the stage is a suction
The mic is a draino, volcanos erupting
Lines overblowing, gradually glowing
Every thing is written in the cold
Slick & coin' slide my thoughts'll glide
Forty-eight MAC's and knives
The invincible, microphone fiend, Raekwon
Spread the word, cuz it's on
B-E-R-E-A-L, a smooth operator with
Notorious crack sales