Raekwon — Determination

[Intro: Raekwon] I really don't need to be *fuckin* wit ya right now I need to movin' around in the air, circlin' 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 laser, grill, like Martin *Scorsese*-ah Jumpin outta limo's, *expos*, black rentals Chasin *niggas* through the projects, prolex Moseyin', 15 of us, five trucks Crazy deluxe, bound by honor, *nigga* what? Tailin' us in boats and land, *40 cal* 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 footwear Runnin like a crook, yea, no love here *Fuck* yea, we up there Had a little *drugs* there, they was there Pass it kid, *Novocain* caught a slug there Had it mastered in flight school, *nigga* go whip a plane Drivin land, map *shit* 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, pop-it* (nothin' but determination) Ready to hit somethin, pop *shit* wit somethin Blow *blimps* on the mad rubber grips, big lips on it Rollin wit top rank medals, hands is like *Graig Nettles* Bright link, purple heart, swim bezzle Hearin' the horn of Josh, movin' like the moss Executive decision play large Caught a blip on the radar, screen him out Fightin' like like Julio *Cesar*, blaze y'all Mayday, mayday, chasin' me, CIA, KGB, FBI, DIA on they way Trynna chase down the God, this Afro-African'll lace ya [Chorus 3X: Raekwon] Nothin' but determination [Raekwon] Part two kid, establish brainpower, truth did Yo it's realer than a *fuck* now, ain't stupid Trash three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash Brass this gat, TNT *niggas* on my *ass* Play for real, Lex will, I suggest still Clear my own *shit*, let the press ill, let's bill Make it to the UN, doin' bout a thousand in the blue M Frogmen repped out foolin', *left all the American Express cards* Left the passports, timeshare, *shit up on* in *Escort* Bail 'em, bustin his *joint*, Chief O'Hara 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 *fire* arm Wit eternal affairs there, 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' nines, know the time