“Rich And Black” is a collaborative track by Raekwon and Nas, two iconic figures in the world of hip-hop. Released as part of Raekwon’s solo album “Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang” in 2011, the song received widespread acclaim for its lyrical prowess and dynamic chemistry between the two legendary rappers.
In “Rich And Black,” Raekwon and Nas effortlessly deliver clever wordplay and intricate storytelling over a soulful and nostalgic beat. The song showcases their exceptional skills as lyricists and their ability to paint vivid pictures with their words.
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The collaboration between these two rap veterans is seamless, and their verses complement each other flawlessly. Both artists delve into themes of wealth, success, and the struggles faced while pursuing their dreams in the rap industry.
Overall, “Rich And Black” is a standout track that highlights the prowess of Raekwon and Nas as hip-hop heavyweights. Their impeccable flow, vivid storytelling, and insightful lyrics make this song a must-listen for any hip-hop enthusiast.
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Raekwon Rich and Black Lyrics
And regardless to how much power you have When God sends prophets and messengers They don’t care nothing about your power Because they come from the power
Rare nigga, I’m a wonder Your best success is my worst blunder Feds tap the number Jewelry Jacqueline Onassis could appreciate Weed to alleviate the pain Eddie King, Richard Pryor pinky ring Watch your conduct nigga Throw parties for my niggas that’s living, you guessed it Models y’all keep them if they anorexic Love ’em but can’t trust them Hate ’em but won’t bust them Caking in savings, spending, wasting It’s like a custom Tats are hieroglyphics Lipstick on the collar I got more to lose than you do but I’m a rider When did the rules change Y’all living trendy on pennies Meeting deadlines with ease, no game You fire, I’m butane Gator Timbs, ostrich belts These be the times that I surprise myself My niggas looking like black crows and packed shows The Don voice stay pristine like I’m still seventeen
I’m rich, Black, African Rocking the golden Mack Shearling leather, Gucci leg it’s on my back Willie Bosket hoodlum in the trench Rinse these niggas, ’86 Cazals dicing near the fence Mike Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, it’s a rifle Sixteen ways to shoot you through your Chrysler duke Exhaling with niggas, the jails argue Bring the best niggas to the table I’ll sic all my whales on you Custom wooden speakers, rock Elysses, rump on polices Dump on creatures, holidays and preachers Stainless steel watches, ostrich turtlenecks Here’s the deal If we can’t come in, they can’t have the field Bones in Cisco’, murder instrumentals Cayenne Porsche rap, how many horses live official I run with generals who flash Uzis in interviews My shit is deep, we fly, swiming, dude
Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer Yellow like my Harry Winston glistening arm B Yellow like New York City piss-stained concrete
That’s right, yo, who voted toasting in the wind Las Vegas Otis What you know Leave it right here we ghost in the Lotus Put a package on your head, be promoted, keys in effect Paying these dumb fucking D’s off with donuts
I hate, to see you, acting like a slave To get an advance here, an advance there Because somebody else controls your destiny
Ayo, I’m rich, Black, umbrella calico captain Wes Craven with a blade and a black I’m hood ornaments Junkies win awards in my tournaments My shit is listed like informants pics You know we order hits Planes flying, niggas is sure to get you Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa, she sure to twist ya Eating Chow Lo Mein with chopsticks Glocks with aim Watermelon chips, pop some ‘pagne For all the riches Niggas forcing out they feelings, kid Whether in hallways or the boats, now feel us, kid Out in Alaska, in the Astons, remember my passion Hungry wolf who never eat in his castle Bolivian connects restless, yeah Chef ambidextrous Quick to back you in like the Lexus shit Hunted by the FBI We gracious, more demonstrations Shit is tough, milk the Carnation