Incarcerated Scarfaces es una cancion de The Liberty Jam que es cantada por Raekwon en el juego Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories, proviene del album Only Built 4 Cuban Linx creado en 1995.
Letra[]
[Intro] He looks determined without being ruthless
Something heroic in his manner, there's a courage about him Doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream
Full of passion
You don't trust me huh?
Well you know why
I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
[Raekwon] Knock out the box all the time
Bitches on my motherfucking records Pa
Big ones, yeah, big fuckers
Straight up, fuck your whole team
Yeah bust it
Yo, yo, fly G.I.
[Hook] Now yo yo, what up yo, time is running out
It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto!
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces
[Verse One] Thug related style attract millions
Fans, they understand my plan
Who's the kid up in the green Land?
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be fronting, hourglass heads be wanting
Shutting down your slot, time for pumping
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator
But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowing by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars, scholars
Word life, peace to Power and my whole unit
Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
Real lick shots, peace Connecticut
[Hook]
[Verse Two] Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Real raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the uninvited
Go head and rhyme to it, big mics is getting fired
Morphine chicks be burning like chlorine
Recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tasting like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, sliding in these dens with Timbs
Wit Mac-10's and broke friends
Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do
You wanna battle for cash and see who's Sun Tzu?
I probably wax, tax, smack rap who fax
Lyrics is wack
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missles
You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, it's just slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Check the status, soon to see me at
Caesar's Palace eating salads
We beating mics and the keys to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimun wage
But soon to get a article in Rap Page
But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank account fat - it's going down like that
And pardon the French but let me speak Italian
Black Stallion, wildling on Shaolin
That means the island of Staten
And carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
[Hook]
[Verse Three] I do this for barber shop in the Plaza
Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skating through the projects wit big ones
Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one
Upstairs, swithc like a chameleon
Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children
Leave the building
Yo they be folding like envelopes under pressure
Like Lou Ferrigno on coke
Yo, Africans denying up in yellow cabs
Musty like funk, waving they arms, the Arabs
Sit back, cooling like Kahlua's on rocks
On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots
You bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds
Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the Feds
Word up cousin, I seen it
Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it!
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