Lyrics of 'Kid Encyclopedia' by Raekwon The Chef

[Intro: Raekwon]
This xxxx is cranberry
Gangstas live for the dream
Aiyo, aiyo

[Raekwon]
I keep my joint filled, sealed to the top
Two for five me on the drive week, we live to hit it by
Lex still pop, king'll have just that xxx off, wingding that
Fling craft, see the thing is the bling, I mean that
Devastatin' mic arm, we louieville niggas on real
Bet ya ice on, I'm nasty, I'm flashier than nine rope
Nigga who wore goats, who love Fila's, stay Dungary down, win g-notes
The author plus a painter of a novel
My bio is the immation of lifestyles, read me a drama
Shake a glass out wit the mack on that ass, he spazzed out
Next time no choices, he ain't trainin' me
Ya crabbed out, what up cousin, meet the judges
Blue durag, seven thick waves, yo, you buggin'
Professionally, a gangsta get murdered for family
All we do is glow, xxxx and drink somethin'

[Chorus 2X: Raekwon]
So what you tellin' me? Huh, you want what I got
Take it back to the block, blow rhymes, it's shell shock
Let a man, throw lines, come on just give me mine
Flowin' through the format, you all that, feed niggas all the time

[Raekwon]
You catchin' gray hairs, soon I retire in the Bay area
Planes, trains, travels in Japan, yeah, yeah
You want crown or crys', crys' to them niggas done in piss
Can't mention nothin' round the clown xxx growlin' bitches
Lay low in Key West, the story gets over, he dress
Colombian hungry, daddy's where's ya sweats?
Call it an empire, based on livewire
Fresh out the ring, bing status, wit a king ass, hang giants
Thought they had us cornered by the Exxon
Never that dick, day wit that whip, hit him wit his burner on him
All in the Ac' without broke, bent my rich xxxxx bracelet
She slid it under my coat
It's Wally boys, faggot, ever heard of the classic?
Ever got lost in the money store and broken wrist stackin' shit?
I'm flyer than most of ya writers on my off day
Get off Rae, drink dick, ya wack, spit fire

[Chorus 2X]

[Rhyme Recka]
This is for the invincible principal, slap rappers non-sensible
In any language death threat is comprehandable
Indivisible, chest manuevers, I walk through the
Triangles of Bermuda to expand in the sewers
Rap computer insert data, text message
Fiber optic lazers, for all players, we uniform
Strong arm poetic artform, I brainstorm
Rain, hail, snow, earthquake, flows, El Ninos
Monsoons, hurricane warnings, typhoons are harpoons
Sharks that bite darts wit my tunes
Knife wound ya whole rap platoon wit one loop
My grand crew magnificent with offense
Intense, freestyle rhymes my sixth sense
I invent, Recka been a bomb M.C. since

[Interlude: Raekwon]
Yo, what's, yo, what's
Come on man, why you stop man?
What's the problem?

[Chorus]