Lyrics:
Yo, I step up on the mic, I'm ready to ignite A rising star in the game, man, look, it's
shining bright Raw and authentic, my flow is never docile
that chase, no status
Flavours in that tray, Raw papers,
I hit that jagger,
She likes my swagger,
Feeling my cadence...
Preeing my statements,
Crazy
baby take it slow
lemme do it hit that raw
tellin' you to keep it low
gonna push and go
I can see you feelin' my flow
lookin' at your naked soul
on the dope, granny somewhere gamblin' at the boat
And if she come home mad, we know she lost
One time a ho burnt me, say, "Never again," I'm playin' raw
Lil'
their will:
Does this one man know how to shoot and kill?
Shoot and kill
But the very most important bit still:
His shirt, no buttonsa raw, free thrill
this
Rap game means to me but I can't lie
(Can't lie) , all of that changed recently
When you feel you've seen it all before
All the music ain't raw
say them shoes for sell
Drip her with tools from hell
Help me get right to heaven
Call her ring zips and bells
Raw papers rapped her well
I pray I never
the void is all you have, and it leaves you naked
Singing in the dark to a song can't you feel anymore
As it leaves you so raw
Screaming to yourself
I'm just sitting on my own
I'm just sitting all alone
And I ain't got no sympathy
And I ain't got no one but me
And these old Raw Bones
I'm just
pretty eyes
And the way that she gaze at the city lights
Her style and her drive got me feeling like
She's a Game Changer
I know that it's raw but it feel
big dawg, gotta eat
Like I'm Rick Ross, we lost, you a sheep
Man, I'm Big Sean, finally famous, a machine
Man, I'm ticked off, little raw, little me,
for tonight
Forgot the time forgot myself
As we let down our guard to crawl
Every touch rubbed me raw
Burn my eyes as these walls fall
You said were
girls only seek perfection, I need someone who sees my flaws
I ain't worried 'bout gettin' her pregnant 'cause I never be hittin' it raw
I'm not poppin'
kun je meteen mee kappen"
Bleef raw Crane bleef raw
Nog steeds raw en jouw tapes zijn mwah
Pen op papier zet de tekst in de flow zooi
Die faggots zetten
ibreprofen
You so raw I don’t think ima need a Trojan
We go wherever you wanna
Louie bags stuff with them hunnids
Ima spoil you like yo daddy
Let’s
One of the meanest mcs
Just ask lil e
Raw recognize raw if you know what I mean
Bars of death I sever your kneck
Got the crowed bangin like if I was
(Get ready)
(Get set)
(Get ready, get set)
Get ready
Get ready, get set
Get ready, get set, let's roll
Ha, get ready, get set, let's roll
Raw
Heaven up in my Hell
Yeah, I know it never ever end well
Yeah I know I always fall victim to a rich spell
Uh, like abracadabra
The flow so raw, forgot
please step back
This that real, real, raw, raw, rah, rah, rappin?
We started off street, now you pop, what's happenin??
You callin? me contradictory
Yet
all skool
Old skool or new skool, I'm all skool
Yup, it's time for the teacher once more
If you bumpin' KRS, then you bumpin' the raw
I came through
We come from a place on the planet
Where crystal create subatomic sound
The mother lode is raw with the rhythym, rhythym
Quantum music goes up
up wid brown axe
Road sex a nuh fi bowcat
And it's against the law fi
Fuck a new pussy raw
So me condom mi java gyal
Mi love it when yuh wine up in
nigga name
My hip-hop drops on your head like rain
And when it rains It pours to the ryhmes hardcore thats why I give you more of the raw
Talent that i
hanging out at the back
Till I cruise slide through the dance floor
I've never seen a club so hyped before
Get on the mic if you're raw
Back to back, front
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