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[Intro 1]
Hello. Yo, hello. Yo, what up? What's up? Why you sound like that? All right
What's the matter? Hold on. Wait
Was that yesterday?
I had to go take care of some stuff
You mad at me? Uh-uh. You love me. Uhuh. No, I got something for you for your birthday
[Intro: Raekwon & Masta Killa]
Moët got me acting like a fucking goat in here
Yo god, remember back in the days god?
When we came a long way and shit, man (No question)
We supposed to be blessing each other
On our physical days and shit, you know what I'm saying?
It's like basically, I wanna hit my family with like land and all that
Diamonds and all that, we ran through that chamber, dun
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Mainly stack mine, indeed it's been a long time
Let me feed y'all the fruits of life, shut up and eat y'all
Flavors for neighbors, Wallee's down to gators
The whole configuration stacking paper
Yo we do this, on the low though, if so, we running 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
About this track
"The Table" is a song by Raekwon from the album Immobilarity, released in 1999. The song was written by Masta Killa, Raekwon. It was produced by Infinite Arkatechz.
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All my herbs know the slurge
Dress nasty like fuck, 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 taking you through that?
She's a part of me, pardon me flow Allah, we sworn we
Wising up and 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 and take it
Flash back Jew status, salute moms and get your boots splattered
Batting average, your 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
Watching how the big niggas rolling with big cream, big schemes
Quick to flash your Gat, laser beam
Pool table action black, hundred stacks made my niggas leave
Some be saying, "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 starting showing our asses, committing burglaries
One got caught, threw us all off
Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk
Wondering how the sword talk, did he fall off?
Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the waves spinning on the cross, of course, come back a little cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the pain is lost
We sitting back on a better note, yelling, "Peace god
I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable"
The Robin Hood of the hood, sit back, it's all good
Won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood, ha ha
[Interlude: Masta Killa]
I make knowledge born to save self, you know?
Who gon' live it, gon' live it
Be is to be a born, know what I mean?
[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
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 traveling 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 Isle
Where knowledge and wisdom, the original sword style begin
Birth of the Wu-Tang Clan
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