In honor of the upcoming release for "Only Built For Cuban Linx 2" I thought I'd post the original that started it all.
Before rapping about coke was radio friendly Rae and Ghost penned slang laden tales of drug life that has never been duplicated since.
Just glance at the Rae's lyrics from "Incarcerated Scarfaces":
"Thug related style attract millions
Fans, they understand my plan
Who's the kid up in the green Land?
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin
Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy generator
But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars, scholars
Word life, peace to power and my whole unit
Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
Real niggaz lick shots, peace Connecticut."
Who else can even rap like that?
Coke rap:
Raekown "Only Built For Cuban Linx"
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