Rivers of Blood (feat. Kool G Rap)

[Intro: RZA]

The Chinese have a saying: "Dangerous men will meet in narrow streets." And so it was. We were raised between the clans, and that meant pressure on me to make more weapons. And as word of the gold shipment spread, strangers suddenly appeared in jungle village

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

[Ay yo, ay yo] Machete still stainless

The archbishop run from the narcs

A Chris biscuit plus play the heart, wrists glisten

Goon captain, catch me in Africa black down with 4 5 Somalians

Black Tims, rubber suit Wonder Woman bangle a blue coupe

I'm usually upon the roof countin' mad loot

Root beer reefer, teeth frame, doin' my 1, 2

Smokin' with a plain Jane trooper

Excellent with rifles, out in Japan

In a flight goons switchblade poke out the Nike boots

Thrusted on a bullet train with chains on, gettin' my train on

Thunder money, make bread, brainstorm

All this is made for the Forbes list

Broads get pissed, say "Yo he fucked me out his drawers he dissed me"

All this is calculated, the Batman with a black hand

Mafia money, killas who rock tens

[Hook: U-God]

Bone crushing, smooth kicks, blades choppin', move(?) bricks

Masters of the weaponry, sells to both cliques

Blacksmith, with the iron fist

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[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Rigamortus, I watch the body rot to the bone structure

Scrape out your brain, watch your eyeballs rupture

Black magic, leave your fuckin' skull in a soup pot

Makaveli, Vamoose like 2pac

Suicidal tendencies, down the white Hennessy

Look in the book, I'm the definition of menace b

Chokin' niggas out for no reason, it's duck season

I'm cold as ice, 6 degrees below freezing

Stay dipped, rock a striped shirt like Freddy Kreuger

You'se a baby piranha surrounded by barracudas

Seven thirty, I'm more like 6 o' clock

Straight up and down beatin' up niggas till there's blood in they socks

Ox em, duff em', stuff 'em in black bags

Without gettin' no blood on my fresh rags

Ruthless, heart of a stone, grown with no emotions

I piss out brewhas, poisonous potion

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kool G. Rap]

Yeah, it's the three deadly venoms with weapons in the denims

Shit that'll shake windows and break lay tenants

Left field, aim crooked and straight blaze in em

Have you niggas with straight-legs with a fake leg in em

Wolf in sheep's clothing, eyes scoping a tender lamb

Spin you bitches like a ballroom dinner dance

G-Mode dress code got suspender clamps

Russian roulette, money bet, go and spend your chance

You little fleas get killa bees and army ants

EMS cut up your jeans like zombie pants

Hollow chrome to your collarbone

Ping against your dome piece and sound like the first key on a xylophone

Grown men discussing death and the malice tone

See how quick the smiley faces turn solid stone

Ghostface, Rae and G be the wildest known

We straight street, we keep seats in the palace throne

[Hook]