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letra de keepin' it raw - fresno aka madsol-desar

[intro]
“how can we be sure of anything?” – [?]
[immortal technique]
keepin’ it raw (x5)

[verse 1: c-rayz walz]
yo, shut the f-ck up. my life like a photo shoot
superman style—switch clothes in a phone booth
so loose, james bond-proof with a gold tooth
showing truth, how to move loot in a warzone [?]
like wanton, without chips like bon ton
blow your face up calm, smack you with bomb palms
be explosive—independence day rewind
god on stage—wise man c-rayz shine
f-ck your line-up—get slain, you plain piece of brain
you a rookie thirst to bust, but you can’t aim
now we move frames like museums with big names
get slain on the d-train, disclaim your fame
denounce your name, sell your soul like that chain
it’s rain for you thirsty birds—eat my words
i slurred some of the illest verbs on these curbs
clutz swerve on the verge—now, the power to splurge and make ’em merge

[hook] (x4)
keepin’ it raw
“wanted by the law for…” – reek geez from da youngsta’s “verbal glock”

[verse 2: immortal technique]
i’m the reason that the rest of your life is obsolete
m-th-f-cka, i’ll wave my hand and lift you off of your feet
hold you above the city and drop you onto the street
elevate your dead body and watch history repeat
as i drop you from the stratosphere back to the concrete
them i’mma send a psychic probe to bomb your fleet
and psychologically reconstruct all of your peeps
i’m like the bodysn-tchers, m-th-f-cka—you shouldn’t sleep
i penetrate deep with murderous tactics
i’m raw like aids patients that are s-xually active
you don’t tell the people that they f-ck what they contracted
i’ll smack the top of your head and leave your body compacted
i impact the earth, causing worldwide emergency
you couldn’t face-off with me during plastic surgery
i don’t need to destroy you with the communist insurgency
i’ll just look at you and leave you “bleeding internally”

[hook] (x6)
keepin’ it raw
“wanted by the law for…” – reek geez from da youngsta’s “verbal glock”

[verse 3: immortal technique]
immortal technique and c-rayz, two dark men
that use a mic to spark men like phil hartman
at point black or miles away like the greatest marksman
when the devil takes a human form, then i stomp men
from chicago to compton, new york to boston (boston)
hitting automatically
don’t make me get on some record-label mentality
and start pimpin’ every single member of your family

[bridge]
“wanted by the law” – reek geez from da youngsta’s “verbal glock”
“y’all got some last words” – [?]
“f-ck all y’all” – [?]

[verse 4: c-rayz walz]
son of a gun on punishment—my father was a strict 9
spooked by the tales of the cryptkeeper inside
opposite of mlk—i’m a violent brother
slash your girl’s best friend—call me “diamond cutter”
i freestyle like runaway slave olympics
abstract regular, complex simplistics
throwing stones at tanks—i rock heavy metal
battle me, boy. i wish you would/wood like geppetto
i’m fully dressed b-tt-naked, authentically faking
earthquake-shaking like my wife’s vibrations
windstorms hit like uncertain arrivals of [lizards?]
i stand close to walls like number four to blizzards
i smoke gats, save ’em to puff later. gun clips
sun spits with tremendous force like tongue bricks
drop hot sh-t like addicts of tabasco and cajun
c-rayz, stronghold plague won blazing!

[outro]
[immortal technique]
keepin’ it raw (x2)

- fresno aka madsol desar

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