Artist: Phil the Agony f/ Raekwon, Self Scientific Album: Aromatic Song: Thousand Words Typed by: CnoEvil@CHAMBERMUSIK.Com [Intro: Raekwon] Yeah, pass the purpleish shit, man Lex Diamond, hit that, hit that, hit that Word up, this for my son, right here Phil the Ag', what up nigga Yo, E, yo E, go do that for me, you heard? West Coast style, huh, Ice Water 'em out, you heard? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Phil the Agony, yeah, who got ya back? Ice Water Inc., ya head? Baby boy, 2004 shit, nigga, just forget it [Raekwon] Aiyo, I run every coast that I ran, I do a real nigga move Make the young niggaz show me a plan Guaranteed make all of them stand, like a hundred thousand And better, the sweater that I rock is a grand When you see me coming through your yard I play the hood, with a real look, steel on my leg, in a van Kill niggaz, pop they mans, stop they plans Why, cuz Ice Water got it popping, that's fam We take it from here to here, anybody violate the system That's my word, a nigga gon' hear We rep Staten, plus all of the Latins in Los Angeles And bad cracks up and hit Manhattan Take it to a new level, all of us, Maybach bikes Hit the circle, come through looking special Shout out the team, yo Agony, you and your dogs Keep them things on cocked and splash on 'em [Chorus 2X: DJ Khalil] A thousand words to a picture Will paint your reflection in a mirror So you can see the trigger side clearer West Coast, Cuban Link, down to my knees With the best scope, weed to smoke, back on the street [Chace Infinite] We the ones that you running from The ones pulling guns from under the polo knitted and make you fitted Not finished, the real Chace Infinite, a passionate lyricist Most rappers I hate, this nigga Rae was an influence To build an indistructable frame, I excel, but entertain I wish a nigga would, say my name, wish a nigga would play those games Strong Arm Steady Gang, the illest niggaz on the mic from L.A Phil burn a bag of the haze, and I'm having visions of CREAM airs With the blue light, Marvin Gaye dripping Chace is a visual spectacle, and see the raw clear through my cardiere Spectacle frames, type of nigga that'll twist my slang With double meaning like, nigga I'mma about my chance If you get it, then we kicking the same I'm a poet, that paint black & white pictures in a colorful frame [Chorus 2X] [Phil the Agony] Aiyo, back like I never left, rap like I'm back with the rest Yup, with all of my niggaz, right on the steps Cinematic view for the listeners, who paint pictures Write scriptures, flip it on radio transisters Listen up, get your bonds up, as far as us, we stay up to speed Buckling up, whose fucking with us? Immobilize your enterprise, stabilize all of your guys Prepare yourself for two thousand and five Live since '95, surviving, what we striving for, y'all We got our families to feed plus we need more ends They depending on us, the government is taxing us up They see that I'm black, they want me in cuffs Enough to make your nigga fall back, analyze We on the front line, getting the good, keep the hood in mind Design like, one of the best, architechts, building the net Tell 'em some shit, you'll never forget [Chorus 2X] [Outro: scratches by DJ Khalil] "Strong Arm" "Steady muthafucka" "Strong Arm, Strong Arm" "The shit that I'm repping is steady" "Y'all not ready"