Raekwon State of Grace Lyrics

[Intro: Tony Montana "Scarface" sample]
It's those guys, man
It's the f___ing bankers, the politicians
They the ones, don't wanna make c__e illegal
So they can make the f___ing money
And then they get the f___ing votes
You fighting the bad guys, they the bad guys!

[Intro: RZA (Raekwon)]
Trash... yes!
(And close the f___ing door, man) Wu-Tang!
(f___ing idiots, man) Aiyo, Chef, bodododododododododododo....
(Stand... s___ man, f___ these m_________ers, come on, man)
n____ what!

[Raekwon]
CREAM vanquish, my queen keeps it's stainless
Cracks and Brussels, s_______ everything famous
Love to hustle, my ring, call it big Uranus
Cats that scuffle, crawl on you and break fingers
That's what's up, some saw me in them bone rangers
Me and my homey, we bought like forty things up
Long as you owe me, you won't get a d___ thing, son
Shoot off your kangol, while you in the plane, fronting
Stop, admire me, ya'll should of fired me
Cause when I come back, it's me and my diary
None of that bullshit, few men got tired of me
My n____z is wrong, they hated, and they lied to me
Explain the saga, f___ yo, your chain liver
f___ the blinging, have my money by five, to me
Ya'll 'pose to bring it, f___ you and your whole variety
I'm bringing my hammers, I beat it like, five to three

[Chorus: Raekwon]
Jealous a__ n____z can't see they man prosper
They'd rather see me in a broke down f___in' Mazda
Don't disrespect me, son, you will get popped up
My resume's off the hook, now, check mi casa
Yeah, call it, what you wanna call it
My bread is larger, n____, you can never spoil it
Thought you was loyal, now a n____ can't support you
Blastin' you up, and off me, now you look rewarded

[Raekwon]
What's that smell? Rat p___ and possum p____
b____ don't yell, I'm not impressed, don't push me
I'm back with some haters, they wipe s___ and blast p____es up
b_____ ya blazer, take all your man cush weed
Yeah, I'm coming just to claim a t__le
Rap is boring, n____z need another idol
When I'm gone, just let off like forty rifles
Aiming at rappers, biting off the God's bible
I destroy you, lyrically, I spit oil
This is war, you can never escape, conio
Ya'll some lamesters, never seen a yard soiled
When it's on, now we gon' see who's loyal
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, yo, to get it from you
Place that crown in the garbage, or you sitting on
A few things mattered, you was just a corner don
That got shot dead like Malcolm in the Audubon

[Chorus]