Music Video

Raekwon & Ghostface Killah - Wisdom Body (Live At the III Points Festival On 2/16/2019)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostface Killah
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
RZA
Producer
Islord
Islord
Assistant Engineer
4th Disciple
4th Disciple
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
No, man, all bitches are the same, just like my hoes, you know?
I keep 'em broke, wake up one morning with some money
They're subject to go crazy, you know?
I keep 'em looking good, pretty and all that, you know, but no dough
When I get a bitch, I got a bitch (Right on)
[Verse 1]
Word up
Got motherfuckin' brother wise
You know what I'm saying?
Teaching the uncivilized
Yeah, runnin' the streets, you know it's deep
Word up, check his technique, yeah
I be Ghostface
Flippin' the marvelous track
Yeah, you know the steelo
But yo, yo
Check the banging-est sounds that I invent
Fake **** who tried to flex hard came and went
They couldn't match up with the fly **** with his back against the wall
Heads clocked once I came in the door
I played the speaker, sippin' a Kahlua
Saw this bad bitch wit' a switch and, yo, I had to step to her
In a manner, and rather wished the current was warm
When I had reached her, I looked and knew the shit was on
Peace, excuse me, allow to introduce myself
Yo, I'm the man, and honey, you've been rated top shelf
Yo, what's your name, hon? Hair wrapped up in a bun
Your eyes sparkle just like glass in the sun
Never diss 'em, it's hard for a **** just to miss 'em
Especially when you're browsin', goin' fishing
Your waistline bangin' like a bassline
Physical form is well complex, and, yo, I love your outline, boo
Your whole body is wild with your rugged profile
Enough to make a hard rock smile
You can't strike out, tell me what can really go wrong
You're rocking labels, Tommy Hil' down to Claiborne
Show me some love, hon, show me some love, boo
Show me the vibe and I'll be more than glad to shoot it through
Ayo, peep it, I know you love Victoria's Secret
And lovin' all the marvelous slang on how I freaked it
Plus, see you're the type to make a **** crash
Far from trash, your flesh is way softer than a baby's ass
Your body lotion is the potion
This shit got me open like dust and, yo, your stee is Thai potent, yo
We can go the distance, I'll put you under wings
From this convo, we can spark and see whatever brings
I walked the hot Arabian desert barefooted
I grabbed your hair, you grabbed my joint and knew where to put it
[Outro]
Word up, yo, straight up and down, yo
Check the joint, baby
It be the Wu-Tang production
Yeah, yeah, and all types of shit
And brothers catchin' repercussions
Yo, straight up
Written by: Corey Woods, Robert Diggs
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