Raw Talk

[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 bitch lips on rib tips Better get equipped, on crown lit, I pound hips Her legs spread I'm in the midst, the back dip For real, you's a sucka nigga hating on mine, I ain't lying I be laughing at you niggas half the time Half of you niggas is mad cuz I'm successful at rhyme Other half cuz your bitches want me she fuzzy inside (Raw Talk!) Suddenly get to speaking, I'm hanging 'round and I'm creepin' You niggas blinking, I leave your head leaking (Raw Talk!) Mothafuckas 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 bitch is flocking Spit real shit, I'm a A-Hole Got a problem with me? Put it on the table [Verse 2: SwizZz] See I'm a raw little nigga, 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 niggas 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 shit they can frame But fuck 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 bitch's skirt If you wanna be able to make it pop like Hop then nigga 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 motherfucking 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 niggas back to the 90's The west coast is where you'll happen to find me I hear niggas up on the radio, I'm like what happened to rapping and rhyming? (Shit who knows?) Not me, fakeness up in every nigga I see I touch a new soul every time I preach King of the new era I be (Hook)