Shaolin Vs Lama (feat. Raekwon & Inspectah Deck)

How dare you challenge me?

Come here, tiger

I think it's time we went deep into the archives

No one is allowed to enter the sacred foe

This Alaskan **** approached me

He had suede on

Caesar had half moon, had his grain on

Five, six, drop

Pressing Barbados, stacked potatoes

Rockin' rich shit, had Play-Doh

What's your name? Louis Rich the third

Bet you heard rap for that kid

Follow your burn, now we speak

Took off my hat, waves leakin'

Beat that ****, actin' like he know about Reef

Still unsure other than that

Feel more than safe, let money fade

I got three, more than Zayn

Rolled up, bought a **** with front, rolled up

Threw the medallion out, rocks all rolled up

Who should beat this? Money grabbin' his drink

Bumpin' the Leafs, that's Chico, yo, what up with Rico?

He's chillin', glanced at his **** with the Rams hat

Check the stands then check where his hands at

Truth is gorgeous, priceless shit, that's foolish

Fifteen thousand in the trunk, he asked for Louis' cat

Beat trapped his burner, shots released like a new single, though

Except one touch to guard, he's emotional

Throwin' them shots like they promotional

Shorty run from the door

Hit the floor commotion, won't stop playin'

Bangin' on the door, something crazy

He had an eighty and a cat hand

Stay still kid, the **** over there want drama

Hold your head, sort of like Wu versus llama

Grab the Ether, salute them ****, you got shit

Calico pop shit, rap burglar rock shit

Yo, you're bein' watched like you new on the block from roof tops

Get your booze on, these hot shots pop, music stops

Party's over, bold soldier move for his holster

Shot the lights out, struck the bouncer in his shoulder

Hard times for Po-9

Can't control the masses scream for more, backstage, we slingin' V.I.P. passes

Jakes sprayin' mace, riots be takin' place

When the Clan show their face, the fans slow their pace

Get your blunt rolled, fuck the five-O They want it, done know

Bitches get trampled, **** wildin' in the front row

Fire marshall catch a beat-down tryin' to cut my sound

Radio dispatcher back-up

Bustin' rounds without intermission from a crouched position

Bullets ricocheted off the strobe-light, strikin' Christians

My **** slipped in 'nough ammunition to bust back

Fuck that, them out of- own cats'll take the rap

It's war on the dance floor, quarter to four

Before we peeled off, they tried to seal off the back door

Gats for the beast, high-pursuit down the side street

Shot up my getaway Jeep

Crashed the front glass, and blew the head-rest off the passenger seat

I grabbed the heat, ditched the whip and then escaped on feet

While the locals interrogated for names and photos

Work for five-O, swappin' info for dough

Stay still kid, the **** over there want drama

Hold your head, sort of like Wu versus llama

Grab the Ether, salute them ****, you got shit

Calico pop shit, rap burglar rock shit

Stay still kid, the **** over there want drama

Hold your head, sort of like Wu versus llama

Grab the Ether, salute them ****, you got shit

Calico pop shit, rap burglar rock shit

What? Uh

Ain't scared of that, but listen