Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Raekwon the Chef – “Ice Cream”

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1995, A Time For Love, Bettye Swann, Billie Jean, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, butter-pecan, Cappachino, Cappadonna, caramel sundaes, chocolate-deluxe, Dear Uncle Sam, Earl Klugh, Eddie Murphy, French-vanilla, Ghostface, Ghostface Killah, Ghostface Killer, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Ice Cream, Incarcerated Scarfaces, Johnny Blaze, Key Yemaya Walker, Lou Diamonds, Method Man, New York, Only Built 4 Cuban Linx, Raekwon, Raekwon the Chef, Shallah Raekwon, Shaolin, Staten Island, The Charmels, The Purple Tape, Then You Can Tell Me, Tony Starks, Wu-Gambinos, Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Wear

Intro: Method Man (Johnny Blaze)

Hey mom, can I have some money?
The ice cream man is coming!

Chorus:

Watch these rap n—az get all up in your guts
French-vanilla, butter-pecan, chocolate-deluxe
Even caramel sundaes is gettin touched
And scooped in my ice cream truck, Wu tears it up
(The ice cream man is coming!)

Verse One: Ghostface Killer (Tony Starks)

Yo honey-dips, summertime, fine Jheri drippin
See you on Pickens with a bunch of chickens how you’re clickin
I catch shootin strong notes as we got close
She rocked rope, honey throat smellin like Impulse
Your whole shell baby’s wicked like Nimrod
Caught me like a fresh-water scrod, or may I not be God
Attitude is very rude Boo, crabby like seafood
It turns me on like Vassey and Lahrule
They call me Starky Love-hun, check the strategy
By any means, Shirley Temple cross was done by Billie Jean’s
Black Misses America, your name is Erica, right true
Lazy eyeball, small piece, six shoe
Caramel complexion, breath smellin like cinnamon
Excuse me hon, the Don mean no harm, turn around again
God damn, backyard’s bangin like a Benz-y
If I was jiggy, you’d be spotted like Spudz McKenzie
I’m high powered put Adina Howard to sleep
Yo pardon, that b—h been on my mind all week, but uhh
Back to you Maybelline Queen let’s make a team
You can have anything in this world except CREAM
So whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do?
Let’s go ahead and walk these dogs and represent Wu

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Ghostface Killah feat Raekwon, U-God, Masta Killa, & Cappadonna – “Winter Warz”

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Al Capone, Blue Lines, Cappadonna, Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking your Juice in the Hood, Georgia Tech, Ghostface Killah, Golden Arms, Inspectah Deck, Key Yemaya Walker, Madison Square Garden, Malcolm X, Notre Dame, P.L.O., Park Hill, Raekwon, Rzarector, Shaolin, Soundtrack, Staten Island, SWV, The RZA, U-God, U.S.S.R., Vidal Sassoon, Weak, Wu-Tang Clan

I remember first hearing this song on Georgia Tech’s campus, visiting for the holidays from Bridgeport, CT. We went to see “Don’t Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking your Juice in the Hood,” and listened to this gem from the soundtrack.

It’s on…
[Cappa]
Where your sparkle at kid? Rzarector…

[Break: Raekwon the Chef]

Yes the s–t is raw, comin at your door Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang’s back for more Yes the hour’s four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)

[Verse One: U-God]

This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Notre Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu’ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America’s Cream Team,

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Ghostface Killah – “Camay”

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1996, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Cappadonna, Ghostface Killah, Halle Berry, Hip-Hop Quotable, Ironman, Key Yemaya Walker, Love, Raekwon the Chef, Renee, RZA, Sacramento, Teddy Pendergras, UNC Chapel Hill, Wu-Tang Clan

My constant jam back in 1996 / 1997, from Ghostface Killah’s first solo album Ironman.

Excerpt from Blue Lines Chapter 20: Left As Friends But Returned As One:
Key noticed Renee and Azul making eye contact and grabbed her friend by the arm. Azul submitted to her forcefulness. Key was welcomed into Blue’s room by the scent of candles and burning incense.
“Love will never have to say goodbye
I’m just a fool in love is all I am.”
Her ears were invaded by the sounds of Ghost Face Killah’s romantic opus “Camay”. Key looked at Blue’s squinted eyes and his cornrow braids that, frayed by wear hung to the sides of his head. He lifted his head and in a low tone greeted his girlfriend.
“Peace Key,” Blue said sipping his green tea, “I’m glad you’re here love. What is Azul up to?”