Lyrics:
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
or MTV or Joan Rivers Fashion Police
Not what you read in tabloid seats
These are MC's that live by the code, it's hard for me to spit it
Because
to quit it
Just gon hop in the stu man it's been a lil minute
I had to quit it
I had to quit it
Only fuck raw all these straps I can't fit in
I had to quit
concern for my image, I'm a raw primate
Staying away from hood talk despite the culture
Can't let a fake sense of self become a vulture to my soul
This
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin
(gimme that)
Now I carry a sword, attached by a live cord
Oh my lord!
Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 4X)
Watch me do it up like this.. {"like this.." ->
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggaz know better, no one's letter is better than mine
used to live in Dallas but he's not Dirk (Texas)
Strip club in the traphouse had a uncle used to make the pot twerk (twerk)
The biggest niggas always
destination
Side by side, we navigate through the stars
Burning flames of raw determination in our eyes
Spreading our wings ascending to the skies
We will fly
ROLLIN RELENTLESS
REVEALING THE REST OF RAW REV UP TO REVERE THIS
RYANNICOLE:
I keep my eyes closed
Listen as the time goes
Listen as the rhymers drone
How many lives have we lost to the Maangamizi
It's way bigger than the pain that
I place on the CD
If I told you all the truth
Would you really
And they say we ain't hip-hop
Raised by Big Pop and 2Pac
Get your shit rocked
Smoke you like my pipe do
Ignite the flame (Lighter Sound)
If greatness was
Wearing the wrong colors and it's homicide
So who's leading who the blind or the blind
You're just another body that they threw aside
Live by the gun
Ayo, I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably fought you, stalked you
Where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New York
and evil
[Jus Allah]
the man that handed down the powers to give to my people
[Ikon]
live under laws of bald eagle
[Jus Allah]
there's no tomorrow
Good bad and the ugly
Hood grad will still study
Stood sad in a sudsy froth from rain up above me
But when hounded by stressing, find me counting my
Building bridges and fences
If they say you can’t make it
Practice and never quit
Coz it’s the only orbit
To really make a hit
No be by your power
Or say
Run for your lives, oh my God
Yo watch it! Yo what everybody runnin' for?
This is it, run for your lives
Motherfucker quit pushin'!
Oh my God,
that boy busy balling I like to play all week
Monday night with the raw, I'm Vince McMahon with a beat
Power slamming them hammers I get you handle for
a real role to play
our systems are aglow
find out where doubt lives, and let it go
just because the flame is out, doesn't mean it's over
bring it on, raw
draw on the powers of the law of exorcism
Inject the rhythm of the holy serum purify all the fat cats
Who experiment on innocent lives of people like
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
of thoughts
Democratic gats
Saved by the judge
The flavor, that was brought about that day
Steaks come out, raw
Say oh! Clap your hands
Let's start
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