Raekwon - Black Harrison lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] I really don't need to be f**in wit ya right now I need to movin around in the air, circle Manhattan Real smooth [Raekwon] Here we go again son, black Harrison Ford on the run One, beef in the field, it's real Highly recommend shield, Lee rocks, still he rock Got the blue lazer, grill, like Martin Scorcese-ah Jumpin outta limo's, expos, black rentals Chasin n***as through the projects, polex Mosien, 15 of us, five trucks Crazy deluxe, found what, honor n***a right Tailin us in boats and land, 40 calibur in my hand Made the left... Lex fam Sho enough what, hummer craft lookin up, what Kid the chipped out flex now I'm stuck Bounced on him, public announcements say they want him Any ideas? Where he at, cops want him Changin the gear the same foot wear Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here f** yea, we up there Had a little d** there, they was there Pa** it kid, Novacain caught a slug there Had it mastered in fleis-school, n***a go whip a plane Drivin land, map sh** out, go to night school Bronze star, feelin who we are Half animal, whole lotta love, black God Standin front and center, from here to winter Grip the splinter, shoot it sideways, nozzle on, pip-it Ready to hit somethin, pop sh** wit somethin Blow blimps on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like Greg Neddles Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle Hearin the horn of Josh, movin like the moss Executive decision play large Caught a blimp on the radar, screen him out Fightin like like Julio Cazar, blaze ya May day, may day, chasin me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya [instrumental breakdown] [Raekwon] Part two kid, establish brain power, true did Yo it's realer than a f** now, ain't stupid Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash Bra** this gat, TNT n***as on my a** Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still Clear my own sh**, let the press ill, let's bill Make it to the UN, doin bout a thousand in the blue Em Frogmen, repped out cluein Left all the American Express cards Left the pa**ports, time sh**, sh** up on in Escort Bail 'em, bustin his joint, Chief O'Heara That old, Louis McDarren, see the waves through the mirror Spot that, hop that, through the top back Ready to lock somethin, down for the cause, stop that You play the king, I play the pawn, who the king of the Swarm You wrong, where's the evidence, watch the firearm Where a tunnel of fans stand, I knew I had little bits of love Hopin it'll be fair, he watch me, heavy roxy scene He clean though, American Cream Team let him leave See the moral of the story, feelin me like Mordon and Glory when they came for me Had fifty on the line, look at mine, all dressed down Handlin lines, know the time