[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Sick spit, condemn em'
Ravishing lateral moment to get em'
I'm giving 'em (Raw Talk!)
Check my raw talk, I nitpick
Ya nimwit, ya b**** lips on rib tips
Better get equipped, on crown lit, I pound hips
Her legs spread I'm in the mid, the back dip
For real, You's a sucka n**** hating on mine, I ain't lying
I be laughing at you n***** half the time
Half of you n***** is mad cuz I'm successful at rhyme
Other half cuz your b****** want me she fuzzy inside (Raw Talk!)
Suddenly get to speaking, I'm hanging 'round and I'm creepin'
You n***** bleaking, I leave your head leaking (Raw Talk!)
m********** gonna rep me, I'm letting this getting
A little bit upsetting don't you ever disrespect me (Raw Talk!)
Hook (x2):
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your b**** is flocking
Spit real s***, I'm a A-Hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
[Verse 2: SwizZz]
See I'm a raw little n****, triple z
Too cold to be unthawed, a hundred degrees
Below zero, I'm in the booth wearing my winter fleece
Long sleeves and ski boots strapped on my funky feet
Every day is the same (What?)
The same n***** that overlooked you surprisingly want a piece of the fame
They need a drop or a shotout for me to mention they name
Acting like groupies wantin' autographs and s*** they can frame
But f*** it!
That's what I'm here for, I'm speaking it raw and paving a lane
I hopped on a flight to St. Louis to link up with Stevie
And fiss 'em to do it them thang
I let my nuts hang like a family photo
Yelling "Himmi Hyme", word to the snake and bat logo
(Hook)
[Verse 3: Hopsin]
I'm raw, vicious, and immature
And I've tried to come off humble but it didn't work
My attitude can get me under your b****'s skirt
If you wanna be able to make it pop like Hop then n**** you better listen first
Take a couple notes, look:
I ain't bringing up names no more
And I ain't finna kill it with the same old flow
Bang on my m************ head while I'm praying to God because I really hope a halo grow
Okay now, don't play round, wack MC's better go lay down
I'm trapped in a world that I don't wanna be in but I know that there's no way out
I'll take n***** back to the 90's
The west coast is where you'll happen to find me
I hear n***** up on the radio, I'm like what happened to rapping and rhyming? (s*** who knows?)
Not me, fakeness up in every n**** I see
I touch a new soul every time I preach
King of the new era I be
(Hook)
Sick spit, condemn em'
Ravishing lateral moment to get em'
I'm giving 'em (Raw Talk!)
Check my raw talk, I nitpick
Ya nimwit, ya b**** lips on rib tips
Better get equipped, on crown lit, I pound hips
Her legs spread I'm in the mid, the back dip
For real, You's a sucka n**** hating on mine, I ain't lying
I be laughing at you n***** half the time
Half of you n***** is mad cuz I'm successful at rhyme
Other half cuz your b****** want me she fuzzy inside (Raw Talk!)
Suddenly get to speaking, I'm hanging 'round and I'm creepin'
You n***** bleaking, I leave your head leaking (Raw Talk!)
m********** gonna rep me, I'm letting this getting
A little bit upsetting don't you ever disrespect me (Raw Talk!)
Hook (x2):
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your b**** is flocking
Spit real s***, I'm a A-Hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
[Verse 2: SwizZz]
See I'm a raw little n****, triple z
Too cold to be unthawed, a hundred degrees
Below zero, I'm in the booth wearing my winter fleece
Long sleeves and ski boots strapped on my funky feet
Every day is the same (What?)
The same n***** that overlooked you surprisingly want a piece of the fame
They need a drop or a shotout for me to mention they name
Acting like groupies wantin' autographs and s*** they can frame
But f*** it!
That's what I'm here for, I'm speaking it raw and paving a lane
I hopped on a flight to St. Louis to link up with Stevie
And fiss 'em to do it them thang
I let my nuts hang like a family photo
Yelling "Himmi Hyme", word to the snake and bat logo
(Hook)
[Verse 3: Hopsin]
I'm raw, vicious, and immature
And I've tried to come off humble but it didn't work
My attitude can get me under your b****'s skirt
If you wanna be able to make it pop like Hop then n**** you better listen first
Take a couple notes, look:
I ain't bringing up names no more
And I ain't finna kill it with the same old flow
Bang on my m************ head while I'm praying to God because I really hope a halo grow
Okay now, don't play round, wack MC's better go lay down
I'm trapped in a world that I don't wanna be in but I know that there's no way out
I'll take n***** back to the 90's
The west coast is where you'll happen to find me
I hear n***** up on the radio, I'm like what happened to rapping and rhyming? (s*** who knows?)
Not me, fakeness up in every n**** I see
I touch a new soul every time I preach
King of the new era I be
(Hook)