Unpredictable

[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]

Cashmere pea coat

Fella caught a fortune off a c-note

Wiggin’ out I’m givin’ out free smoke

Hater love to doubt ace

I live in the kitchen baking poundcakes

Supreme Clientele, never clout chase

Global mogul, ex-lover I ain’t tryin’ to hold you

Watch me gain power like I changed in the phone booth

Low brim, Soulja Slim, cover me I’m goin’ in

Fuckin’ with him, they gon’ know the fire close as kin

Statik on the track like a old dusty 45

Statik on my back like the old rusty .45

You caught the vibe, that’s on Any Given Sunday

Ready with the drum play

I’m heavy with the Feng Shui

I must say, I’m up now

In spite of all my gold they tried to shut down

I’m still worth millies on the bustdown

So savage, total my average that’s GOAT status

Addicts fiending for these lines, that’s a coke habit

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Yo Ghost lethal

Like the diamonds on a handle on a Desert Eagle

I pop like a old record with a thin needle

I got verses in the safe written in Hebrew

Back the fuck up

Or catch a bald head we call Onyx

Once in a while get my dick sucked

Yeah, listenin’ to Delfonics

Old rituals makin’ it til’ it’s visual

How you gonna kill a Ghost, knowin’ he’s invisible

Every time I fly out I’m leavin’ my hoes miserable

I’ll be back like my money on residuals

Space table, cuttin’ everything fatal

Stronger than whiskey, lemon scent in the quaaludes

Had a thousand wallos on the cover of my debut

Daytona Five double-O in them Babe Ruths

95, the first nigga with a Jesús

I jumped ship I chose Titos over Grey Goose

[Verse 3: Raekwon]

Ayo, what we doin’

We caught up in Chase foldin’ up new ones

The chain with the sheepdog on, Breezly Brewin

These individuals who got change and barely knew em

Since my nigga took off the stocking caps to cool em

Yo fire sour with gasoline burners, light up

Any microphone in the mix get lit right up

Get power, everything’ll sell for a sick dollar

Crashin’ up Cullinans, Royce give me a holler

Yo, the greatness

Sorta like tapes in The Matrix

All butter soft shit on, you know the way bitches

The Pharoahs only rock gold at the galas

Champagne wars with sneaky whores we smell em

Rip rap, any adversary I twist that

All I need a Guinness, a drum thick, and a kickback

You know them niggas, yup, Wu niggas

When it come to partnership

It’s parkin’ shit, sharks and shit

[Verse 4: Method Man]

If I ride wit’ ya, vibe wit’ ya, I side wit’ ya

This is my scripture, next to greatness is my picture

I don’t like pictures, my trigger finger just might flick it

Take your life and them guys wit’ ya can die wit’ ya

I’m a fly figure

Net worth in the 9 figures

Like I’m lyin’ if ya know ya know when that line hit ya

Draw the line Mr. Get Out Of Line, you line skipper

You get lined quicker, I’m fittin’ all you line sniffers

Shot callin’ but yall triggered, that’s yall business

In Park Hill and the Slum Village we all dealers

And yall feel us, the feelin’ feel like we all members

Like we all winners, unless I’m hungry than yall dinner

YUM

Finger lickin’ sound of the drum

When I’m money hungry, lick my finger countin’ my funds

Take a finger from me, well then I’m’a count on my thumb

Our count on my accountant when I’m accounting my ones