213-inspectah_deck_feat_saigon_and_bekay-the_raw
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"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Watch me cook this raw shit" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Raw without a doubt"
On the average night, I'm likely to stab a fag with a knife
That's when I'm chillin', imagine when I'm mad what it's like
Damn right, it's a disastrous sight
Why you think I been in prison more than half of my life?
My life, wolves, bloods and crips, duckin' the dicks
We don't like basketball but still fuck with them Knicks
Dimes, twenties, fifties and bricks
Sell my aunt dope if the bitch need a fix, it's strictly for chips
Do whatever it takes, to fakes, I could never relate
Y'all could chill long as my cheddar is straight
But if I'm broke, shit, I'mma load the Beretta with eight
Show y'all niggas my gun game is better than great
Little crack baby, ignorant son of a black lady
Who never bothered to teach you 'cause the bitch was that shady
Recognize, nigga, we could settle the score
Big Si, Dutchmaster, we reppin' the raw, bitch
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Watch me cook this raw shit" - ] Rakim
"Raw without a doubt"
Yo, it's war, want it all, man, nothing's enough
I'm on the chow line doubling up, cousin and sons
Pimpin' out the toy trucks, pumpin' the clutch
Swoop through on the grave shift, dump on you thugs
Above the law, still duckin' the cuffs, still fuckin' the truck
I'll hold you hostage, come up with the bucks
In the mean streets stuck in the lust, never trusted in trust
When the pressure's on, perform in the clutch
What my hand deal, call it a flush, think of ballin', you're nuts
Northern Lights rap, caught with the rush
Burnin' big buds, tossin' it up, flossin' and such
The broad with the pink paws ballin' with us
See my war face, the projects, halls is rough
With a satellite phone, you couldn't call my bluff
Many run-ins with jakes left my jaw to scuff
On some what? Paper chasin' from dawn to dusk, what?
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Watch me cook this raw shit" - ] Rakim
"Raw without a doubt"
Yo, BK's the reason that your label got a street team
The definition of a street dream, listen to the street scream
The game made the pain in my brain longer
But I'm like magic with AIDS, what don't kill you makes you stronger
Corny chickens, my dick, whores be lickin'
Fifty pound loads to they jaws they sippin'
And anything I'm rhymin' on will spit flames through the roof
Like gonorrhea dick, pissin' with a condom on
Had to do these sluts, slap them cutie butts
Dip my balls in vodka, I'm absolutely nuts
Who's gonna spit? Bruisin' your clique
If you nice on the mic, I'm Uncle Scrooge in this bitch
Your big fuckin' mouth is how the violence starts
More kids know my name than Mike Jackson's private parts
Fuck your roster, my clique burn labels
Dutchmaster scratch your fuckin' face off with a turntable
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Watch me cook this raw shit" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Raw without a doubt"
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Watch me cook this raw shit" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Raw without a doubt"
On the average night, I'm likely to stab a fag with a knife
That's when I'm chillin', imagine when I'm mad what it's like
Damn right, it's a disastrous sight
Why you think I been in prison more than half of my life?
My life, wolves, bloods and crips, duckin' the dicks
We don't like basketball but still fuck with them Knicks
Dimes, twenties, fifties and bricks
Sell my aunt dope if the bitch need a fix, it's strictly for chips
Do whatever it takes, to fakes, I could never relate
Y'all could chill long as my cheddar is straight
But if I'm broke, shit, I'mma load the Beretta with eight
Show y'all niggas my gun game is better than great
Little crack baby, ignorant son of a black lady
Who never bothered to teach you 'cause the bitch was that shady
Recognize, nigga, we could settle the score
Big Si, Dutchmaster, we reppin' the raw, bitch
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Watch me cook this raw shit" - ] Rakim
"Raw without a doubt"
Yo, it's war, want it all, man, nothing's enough
I'm on the chow line doubling up, cousin and sons
Pimpin' out the toy trucks, pumpin' the clutch
Swoop through on the grave shift, dump on you thugs
Above the law, still duckin' the cuffs, still fuckin' the truck
I'll hold you hostage, come up with the bucks
In the mean streets stuck in the lust, never trusted in trust
When the pressure's on, perform in the clutch
What my hand deal, call it a flush, think of ballin', you're nuts
Northern Lights rap, caught with the rush
Burnin' big buds, tossin' it up, flossin' and such
The broad with the pink paws ballin' with us
See my war face, the projects, halls is rough
With a satellite phone, you couldn't call my bluff
Many run-ins with jakes left my jaw to scuff
On some what? Paper chasin' from dawn to dusk, what?
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Watch me cook this raw shit" - ] Rakim
"Raw without a doubt"
Yo, BK's the reason that your label got a street team
The definition of a street dream, listen to the street scream
The game made the pain in my brain longer
But I'm like magic with AIDS, what don't kill you makes you stronger
Corny chickens, my dick, whores be lickin'
Fifty pound loads to they jaws they sippin'
And anything I'm rhymin' on will spit flames through the roof
Like gonorrhea dick, pissin' with a condom on
Had to do these sluts, slap them cutie butts
Dip my balls in vodka, I'm absolutely nuts
Who's gonna spit? Bruisin' your clique
If you nice on the mic, I'm Uncle Scrooge in this bitch
Your big fuckin' mouth is how the violence starts
More kids know my name than Mike Jackson's private parts
Fuck your roster, my clique burn labels
Dutchmaster scratch your fuckin' face off with a turntable
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Watch me cook this raw shit" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"Sounds so raw" - ] Rakim
"One thousand rhymes are uncut" - ] Rakim
"Raw, I'mma give it to ya" - ] Rakim
"R-A-W" - ] Rakim
"Raw without a doubt"