Lyrics of 'Street Mic Mechanic' by Raekwon The Chef

[Intro: Raekwon]
Eh yo when you get some real paper it's like Vegas
Some of my people out here be like it
They call it casino a Friday, knowI'msayin?
Cuz everybody's gotta watch everybody else
For instance, since the fiends is lookin to beat the spot
The runners is watchin the fiends
Now the look-outs is watchin the runners
The runners are watchin the spot
While the spot is bein ran by the hustlers
The hustlers is bein watched by the dealers
(I'm tired of takin an eternity)
And while the dealers are bein watched by the stick-up kids
The stick-up kid watches the dealers
(These niggas is foolish)
The police is watchin the stick-up kid and the dealers
(It's like goin out and spendin all your money on it)
We watchin the police and the eye-in-the-sky is watchin us all kid
(Before you xxxxxx go buy a xxxxxx whip you'll go fuckin..
I don't even wanna talk, that's my word)

[Raekwon]
Show ya +War Face+ cat, gorilla rap, young Corleone, scrape that
Eight to ten bones lit, we own shit
Gettin high now, the mothafuckin wagon you was flaggin
Me and my man, black-down rappin
Wu garments, the renaisance blow tracks up
Collect stacks, pay tax, hear me on this
Bomb atomically, the Dutch Shultz with the tonic in me
Pah, rhymin ya base', Stat's the real xxxx back
Cuz y'all niggas got it twisted, let's take it back
When you couldn't wear that, holdin to hit somethin
Take full responsibility, ready to spit somethin
Just snatched you out ya xxxxxx sleep
You'se a fake wise guy with no personality
You'se a crab, Red Lobster style, no originality
Seen mine all gleemin with shines, all Benzes in a line
No Lorenzes hittin, reclined
All rich niggas play broke, the John Wu of this shit
Phone bowlin, dough back, stackin more
We travel here to the East, the gynocologist of freaks
Niggas scuffle in the streets
Hold ya weight boy, animosity'll get ya killed kid
Just like handlin a tit boy
All fly guys vs. my fly allies
Battle for pies, risk dies if the disc dies
Holy matrimony, paid to walk in the walkman hiss
Snatch mine, wear 'em like baggy pants
No commercial cuz this soul is strictly old
Fruit from the new to the old, better than gold

[Chorus: Raekwon]
What up kid? You're livin gigantic
Show 'em it's real, never plan it
Street Mic Mechanic
Take it back cuz it's much more bigger than this
Sicker than that, we represent ill, golden seal diplomats
What up kid? You're livin gigantic
Show 'em it's real, never plan it
Street Mic Mechanic
Take it back cuz it's much more bigger than this
Sicker than that, we represent ill, niggas want the streets back

[Raekwon]
What up? Real ones ready to steal/kill dunns
Peace to Nixon, real John Blaze-in this xxxx son
Duff beat, autograph hat, sign my name in Greek
Gat freak, abstract mack, mad black three
Crack free addict, broke, threaten my niggas like Maverick
Only the signs, captured in the tablet
Engage in war, Pretty Ton', what?
Blaze the store, trap him in the cage, xxxx back the gauge
Producin waves, talented like Atlanta Braves
Made crazy for caves, rap Larry Daves
Catch up, come on let's match up, put this money up
Snatch up, meditate Cammy, hand me, throw the batch up
Track stash hatcher, suitcase money, submachine gun rap clapped ya

[Chorus]

[Outro: Raekwon]
We represent ill, niggas want the streets back