Lirik Lagu Pomegranate - Raekwon
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Move bless Lord, carrier, S-car interiorDons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing yaKick down the door, don't stop till they bury yaThrowing swords for mine, we get live in your area
Ex-con, not the type of nigga that you flex onMr. Carlton Fisk, baby, seen it all and done it allShell casings, left mini-murals on the wallA million candles for you, man, I better light them allBiscotti, guava cake when I light the rawMoving through the streets of New York while the lightning pourDevise a plan with my man, the demise is yoursGot me in your building with the shotty up, down the hallManeuver money, my shooters remove from movin' funnyCash came, think differently, nigga, use your dummyFiends in your spot licking plates, that's pitifulTwelve at the door now, situation criticalTear gas, stun grenade rolled through the floorHit the fire escape, bruh man, fifth floorFirst cop slid through the doorHis gun went offHit my worker in the shoulder, he spun and let the clip off
Whatever he's saying is factsI pull in 2M machine, wool up all of the exteriors, waxedGallow in the rear view is movies on relaxedShoes for compensation, you gon' get snatchedVesses in S, classes getting fatAll my main shooters got money, they all jackedFlows is hungry, I just askI sit among bosses, you niggas is horses, go get strapped
Leathers, fur coats on, and hatsCame through like Frank Matthews, bring all stacksYeah, it's Park Hilly on waxAll that shit you really on, it really don't matchHa-ha! Sounds silly, don't get clappedMake my man Mitch hit you, Don, go get the jetsNext time, you might get killed for more racksSee me out in London with lambs and all flats
I step with the steppersFoot on they neck, applying pressure, eating good, piling on extraCold as Minnesota weatherI send them home on a stretcher, facts, I go crazy over lesserBorn in the fire, I talk with the dragon's breathCashing checks, that's the flex, watch what happened nextAction on the set, put carats on my neckI'm in Paris on the jet, I was rapping on the stepsThat's Cynthia's son, I be tripping how these niggas is stunnedHow I'm having such a pivotal runUsed to do it for funNow give me my onesYou a flashlight standing near the physical sunFully loaded with all the features for all the non-believersThey on the sidelines, watching from the bleachersDeck Jeter, guest speaker, check the meterOf giving niggas shakes and chills with this fever
Move bless Lord, carrier, S-car interiorDons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing yaKick down the door, don't stop till they bury yaThrowing swords for mine, we get live in your areaMove bless Lord, carrier, S-car interiorDons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing yaKick down the door, don't stop till they bury yaThrowing swords for mine, we get live in your area
Move bless Lord, carrier, S-car interiorDons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing yaKick down the door, don't stop till they bury yaThrowing swords for mine, we get live in your area
Ex-con, not the type of nigga that you flex onMr. Carlton Fisk, baby, seen it all and done it allShell casings, left mini-murals on the wallA million candles for you, man, I better light them allBiscotti, guava cake when I light the rawMoving through the streets of New York while the lightning pourDevise a plan with my man, the demise is yoursGot me in your building with the shotty up, down the hallManeuver money, my shooters remove from movin' funnyCash came, think differently, nigga, use your dummyFiends in your spot licking plates, that's pitifulTwelve at the door now, situation criticalTear gas, stun grenade rolled through the floorHit the fire escape, bruh man, fifth floorFirst cop slid through the doorHis gun went offHit my worker in the shoulder, he spun and let the clip off
Whatever he's saying is factsI pull in 2M machine, wool up all of the exteriors, waxedGallow in the rear view is movies on relaxedShoes for compensation, you gon' get snatchedVesses in S, classes getting fatAll my main shooters got money, they all jackedFlows is hungry, I just askI sit among bosses, you niggas is horses, go get strapped
Leathers, fur coats on, and hatsCame through like Frank Matthews, bring all stacksYeah, it's Park Hilly on waxAll that shit you really on, it really don't matchHa-ha! Sounds silly, don't get clappedMake my man Mitch hit you, Don, go get the jetsNext time, you might get killed for more racksSee me out in London with lambs and all flats
I step with the steppersFoot on they neck, applying pressure, eating good, piling on extraCold as Minnesota weatherI send them home on a stretcher, facts, I go crazy over lesserBorn in the fire, I talk with the dragon's breathCashing checks, that's the flex, watch what happened nextAction on the set, put carats on my neckI'm in Paris on the jet, I was rapping on the stepsThat's Cynthia's son, I be tripping how these niggas is stunnedHow I'm having such a pivotal runUsed to do it for funNow give me my onesYou a flashlight standing near the physical sunFully loaded with all the features for all the non-believersThey on the sidelines, watching from the bleachersDeck Jeter, guest speaker, check the meterOf giving niggas shakes and chills with this fever
Move bless Lord, carrier, S-car interiorDons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing yaKick down the door, don't stop till they bury yaThrowing swords for mine, we get live in your areaMove bless Lord, carrier, S-car interiorDons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing yaKick down the door, don't stop till they bury yaThrowing swords for mine, we get live in your area
