Raekwon feat. Masta Killa The Table Lyrics

Immobilarity Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro (skit)
  • 2 Yae Yo
  • 3 Casablanca
  • 4 100 Rounds
  • 5 Real Life
  • 6 Power
  • 7 Skit Nº1
  • 8 All I Got Is You, Part II
  • 9 Jury
  • 10 Fuck Them
  • 11 Skit Nº2
  • 12 Live From New York
  • 13 My Favorite Dred
  • 14 Friday
  • 15 The Table
  • 16 Sneakers
  • 17 Raw
  • 18 Pop Shit
  • 19 Heart to Heart
  • 20 Forecast
  • 21 Outro
  • Moet got me actin like a ****in goat in here
    Yo god, remember back in the days god?
    When we came a long way and ****, man?
    (No question)
    Supposed to be blessin each other on our physical days and ****
    Yaknowimsayin, it's like basically
    I want to hit my family wit like land and all that
    Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber dunn

    Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
    Let me feed y'all, fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
    Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
    The whole configuration stackin paper
    Yo we do this, on the low though
    If so, we runnin John dolo
    First thing, you need if you don't know
    We carry 'cause it's a real world, show and prove
    In ill words, all my herbs know the slurge
    Dress nasty like ****, keep my bird on the job yo
    You got to straighten up, do the worst thing to hurt her heart, damn
    Took care of that, shared, even shed a tear for that
    Bust my gat to throw gear on her back
    Damn son, why she takin you through that?
    She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we
    Wisin up, take care of home bases
    Then we slide to another part and start more hatred
    Life is sacred
    The other side of that paw, you lie naked
    Clothes in the box, go 'head take it
    Flash back Jew status, salute moms and get ya boots splattered
    Batting average, ya moms had it
    Just a broke young dumb, full of cum
    Ready to haunt something, takes something of yours
    Here you want something
    Growing up around fifteen
    Watchin how the big *****s rollin wit big cream, big schemes
    Quick to flash ya gat, laser beam
    Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my *****s leave
    Some be sayin "Let em breathe"
    The others want to deceive, how we gonna make it if we don't achieve?
    Right now, catch it from a vertical degree yo
    We startin showin our asses, committing burgularies
    One got caught, threw us all off
    Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk
    Wonderin how the sword talk
    Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
    Kept the waves spinnin on the cross, of course
    Come back a little cutty endorse
    Risked it for his kids the pain is lost
    We sittin back on a better note
    Yellin "Peace god, I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable"
    The Robbin Hood of the hood
    Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood
    Ha ha

    I make knowledge born to save self, you know?
    Who gon' live it, gon' live it
    Be is to be a born, knawmean?

    Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
    Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
    It's a blessing to deliver this lesson
    While travellin the planet, extending development
    And vote for the mind, never ended
    We now send it long winded, descended
    Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin now
    Wit knowledge and wisdom
    The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan

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