Artist: Raekwon f/ Freddie Gibbs Album: Lost Jewelry EP Song: New Day Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Raekwon] Talk this one out you know, for real this go for every major man E'ry major! Nothin that I don't deserve it man! [Verse One: Raekwon] What's good scientist talk to me kid, how's life workin? Keep your money up gear killer murkin niggas I'm strong been through the mountains I'm like Martin One spartan I'm guaranteed to blow if you start with me My measurements is ordinates, little bit flashy (True!) Nah I'm lyin I'm all cashmere with glasses Yeah a flashy don come through frontin and shit Light a whole big blunt to this shit We sit around the table here it go it's yours, mines, his Hers, what, this what it does Just keep it in the family all love Let's put the plugs together and cake up build up the buzz I write for real niggas who down, bring your hound with you Throw 'em a jewel with meat on it, mound Did you analyze it like a twenty seven inch, get me the wrench So we can throw niggas from here on to Janovich [Interlude: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah! Yeah! Chef what's the mu'fuckin signs baby? It's ya nigga Gangsta Gibbs AKA Eastside Slim AKA Freddie Caine mayne, thuggin in this mu'fucker you know what I'm sayin nigga Nigga doin good this year nigga rappin and shit you know what I'm sayin In the booth tourin overseas and shit nigga, ain't really rob no niggas Still sell dope though ngga! [Verse Two: Freddie Gibbs] Yeah! Uh! Bitch I'm from that ski mask school house Well life still complicated intoxicated and gooned out And niggas ain't graduated but they can relate what that tool 'bout That two for ten crack stems needles and spoons out Oooh I need some paper, oooh my fingers itchin Wish that Santa Claus would put a brick under my tree for christmas I knew it from my vision two choppers off in my stockin Baking soda yo they locked in you coppin drop a deposit Sign my life right on the dotted line, wrote it in blood Got my uncle wipn down my tires, sold 'em a dub Niggas know I rap but most of my day I rap with my plug 'Fore I see a platinum album I see my day with the judge Fuck it! When I die tell my mama I'm in the mafia Equadorian chick 'bout to scoop me up from Laguardia Part of ya wanna stop but you can't give up the sport Another sold pyrexin the fort, shoutout to East New York....nigga!!! [Outro: Raekwon] Talk to me big homie what's the science? You know what it is nigga we under that buildin heavy All kind of motherfuckin, military shit on nigga! You know what I'm sayin, we organize nothin but realness We put it down in a special way to make e'rybody comfortable If you get out of line he 'gon see I ain't 'gon talk to you I'm just 'gon write it out, you know what I'm sayin? But all this is mu'fuckin real or not cosmetic No little shit over here nigga we wear full size shit Full size gear full size clothes, you know what I'm sayin We travel on a great weight, and we out for the best A shout at every real nigga out that take care of his self Take care of yourself that's number one, you know what I'm sayin 'Cause these kind of lines right here, you might not hear no more These is raw rhymes, these is raw lines, these is like Nigga I'm a profit you already know man