Lyrics:
a fifth
A frozen bottle of tequila
Guess im taking a sip
These strains of weed
Are more like doggy breeds
Im puffing pitbull
With german shepherd
I put
from the claws or the fang
Yes, this hitta is goin' flagitious, I'm just goin' raw with the swang
I'm that Tiger from the Woods but got that arm
Outstanding beats flippin’ samples like pancakes
Come on’ wack emcees y’all wanna war my flow is raw
I ain’t the type to be fallin’ off my name ain’t Owen Hart
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, you dynamic wingspan
The Power from
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
Juro x Joon Jukx - Outlaw (Produced by Infinitee)
[Verse - Juro]
I move like a soldier
But observe like a scientist
I'm that rapper from
of the problem possessed by the prole
Out of control, out of control
If we start with the past then we go on to do what could define us
But our history's hidden
I got too many problems
They keep me at the bottom
These bitches do not care
I’m fucking with no condoms
And i still love these hoes
They looking
If you having girl problems I
Feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna
know they be hatin' on how I'm cakin'
Want me boxed or dead
I move with birds by the flock instead
D.c., I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots
even win a dollar
I ain't givin' in to the scammin'
So, what I mean by all that
Is I ain't ever puttin' my foot forward without some quick plannin'
Curb ya dog, he dropped his shit
Try'na pay his way outta gettin' his face split
He got away by the hair on his ass, he lucked up
Now every time
With the dog right behind niggas chasing 'em down
We all knew that you was pussy
But I'm tasting it now
And never give a dog blood, 'cause raw blood
With the dog right behind niggas chasing 'em down
We all knew that you was pussy
But I'm tasting it now
And never give a dog blood, 'cause raw blood
to say my livin' is hell
But even worse said I lead my people to Hell's Bells
Lookin' at me just like my mother and father would breed creatures
Not
Mmm, Hmmm
Mmm, Hmmm
Gas sack, fire track, Free spittin that raw
Complete disdain for the serial killers within the law
Why even bother with pistols
[Chorus: (Dice Raw) Talib Kweli]
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
(I will not apologize) I will not apologize
This is for all of my
and raw
Whatever you on
I’m just a pawn in that federal
Plan to get us all on a nice little high
Shoot each other for crumbs one by one
Dying from wars
realm, no perpetrator
A society choose the elevator
Of success by identity cross-fader
Complex thinking they're really much greater
Plain raw, harness
platinum
(How many you sold?) what's that
De-La got a problem with this hard shit
Ever since "Me Myself and
I" y'all been garbage
(You know I'm tellin'
painter troglodyte carbonite phase changer
Father time problem child lotta mile wayfarer
They asking me why you so macabre
Cause my moms had diet cola
Judging by our past we may still be fine
Our short years forgotten still the problem lies
We may have decades remaining before it's time
Is just
Tryna assassinate a nigga cuz you know I'm presidential
Tryna take me out who told you I'm the general
I've been a problem from the start and you
is my reflection
Ok that might be excessive
Obsessive.. (Raw breed)
Possession
If it's us of course I'm biased
Need a bag as big as Wyatt
You aint
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