Raw Talk (Explicit)

Raw Talk (Explicit) - SwizZz/Hopsin/Tech N9ne Presents Stevie Stone

Sick spit cond'emn 'em

Ravishin' lateral moment to get 'em

I'm giving 'em raw talk

Check my raw talk I nitpick

Ya nimwit ya b***h lips on rib tips

Better get euqipped on crown lit I pound hips

Her legs spread I'm in the mid the back dip

For real you's a sucka n***a hating on mine I ain't lying

I be laughing at you n***as half the time

Half of you n***as is mad 'cause I'm successful at rhyming

Other half 'cause your b***hes want me she fuzzy inside

Go

So let me get to speaking I'm hanging 'round and I'm creepy

You n***as I'll leave your head leaking

Mothaf**kas gonna rep me I'm letting this getting

A little bit upsetting don't you ever disrespect me raw talk

We coming raw talking

Sorry your b***h is flocking

Spit real s**t I'm an A-hole

Got a probl'em with me put it on the table

We coming raw talking

Sorry your b***h is flocking

Spit real s**t I'm an A-hole

Got a probl'em with me put it on the table

See I'm a raw little n***a triple z's z's

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

She like a day is the same

The same n***as that overlooked

You surprisingly want a piece of the fame

They need a drop or a shootout

For me to mention their name

Acting like groupies wanting autographs and s**t they can frame

But f**k 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 pussina little thank

I let my nuts hang like a family photo

Yelling Himmi Hyme word to the snake and bat logo logo

We coming raw talking

Sorry your b***h is flocking

Spit real s**t I'm an A-hole

Got a probl'em with me put it on the table

We coming raw talking

Sorry your b***h is flocking

Spit real s**t I'm an A-hole

Got a probl'em with me put it on the table

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***h's skirt

If you wanna be able to make it pop like

Hop then n***a 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 mother f**king head while

I'm praying to God be'cause 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***as back to the 90's

The west coast is where you'll happen to find me

I hear n***as up on the radio

I'm like what happened to rapping and rhyming' s**t who knows

Not me Fakeness up in every n***a I see

I touch a new soul every time I preach

King of the new era I be

Go

We coming raw talking

Sorry your b***h is flocking

Spit real s**t I'm an A-hole

Got a probl'em with me put it on the table

We coming raw talking

Sorry your b***h is flocking

Spit real s**t I'm an A-hole

Got a probl'em with me put it on the table