Raekwon - Crushed Egos lyrics

[Intro: Kung-Fu Sample] You've practiced 20 years? You must be extremely good then Perhaps, you'll try with me [Verse 1: Raekwon] Come and taste my seasonin', Chef, the cooking that is marvelous Back over a stove, makin' your mouth water, you starve for this Exclusive sneakers with hard denim, heavyweight A neighbor illustrated Alex Haley with paper (paper) Waves spinnin' like the Titanic, come take a float on Silky like King Henry VIII's robe in late spring Restaurants with skeleton keys, it's big business Well groomed and elegant posture is real dapper Status is gigantic, culture's alpaca Meetings in the Vatican, drinkin' scotch with the Muscle Milk Praises go to Ason, the dynasty Mr. Russell built Feed me royal shottas with Glocks, clean 'em with GT Oil China dolls from Bangkok, we bang 'em, train 'em and make 'em loyal Trees stank, she come kiss the top of my Yves Saint Wise-Universal Tang when I bang Grizzly with the big bank, it's 5 stars, y'all, when I call rank [Hook] x2 Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush These stupid jealous n***as, y'all 'bout to get rust This ashes to ashes to dust to dust These derelict MC's cannot f** with us, Lord Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush These stupid jealous n***as, y'all 'bout to get rust This ashes to ashes to dust to dust These derelict MC's cannot f** with us, Lord [Verse 2: Raekwon] Rifles out, bear like the Russian Octagon tuggin' silk drawers frontin', while her head stuntin' Mulsannes flood the garage Man the goats launchin' charge cards from Africa Catch me in the hookah lodge Brains linked, twisted Cohibas, say the seeds bang Coffee pots with graveyard rings, flippin' Gs Yankee hoodlum on the top of the charts Dart throwers, they're sharks Everybody run When my gun barks [Bridge: RZA] Non-athletic anti-semetic synthetic rappers get no credit Pathetic septic lines, incompetent styles not embedded Wu-Tang slang bangs in your brain, this is not genetic, prophetic Unadulterated talent while y'all talk that bullsh** rhetoric [Hook] Egos are somethin' that the Wu-Tang crush These stupid jealous n***as, y'all 'bout to get rust This ashes to ashes to dust to dust These derelict MC's cannot f** with us, Lord Where is the money? Ha ha...