Intro (Fly International Luxurious Art)

Woman: Passport please Raekwon: Figaro platinum shit, man Woman: Where are you traveling today? It seems you've run out of space on your passport. There's no place to stamp Raekwon: I'm a soul train, catch me on more clear jets, nigga Woman: Sir Raekwon: Versace shower sprinklers, nigga Woman: Excuse me, Mister Chef Raekwon: Suede walls, Bally sneakers from '86 Woman: Chef can you hear me? Raekwon: Brooks Brothers shit... Woman: You've run out of space on your passport Raekwon: ...London, nigga, Monte Carlo. The Caymans Woman: I'm sorry sir but we won't be able to allow you to fly to Abu Dhabi today Raekwon: Nigga we drink that mothafuckin' Dom Perignon Woman: It's been [?], sir Raekwon: Jeroboam, nigga, 1907 shipwreck, high chief, nigga Woman: Excuse me, you don't have any more room in your passport to stamp, sir Raekwon: Spike convertibles Woman: Excuse me, we have other people in line Raekwon: Fly International Luxurious Art