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letra de raw talk - stevie stone

raw talk
(feat. hopsin, swizzz)

[verse 1: stevie stone]
sick spit, condemn em’
ravishin’ lateral moment to get em’
i’m giving em (raw talk!)
check my raw talk. i nitpick
ya nimwit, ya b-tch 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-gg- hating on mine, i ain’t lying
i be laughing at you n-gg-s half the time
half of you n-gg-s is mad cause i’m successful at rhyming
other half cause your b-tches want me she fuzzy inside
so let me get to speaking, i’m hanging ’round and i’m creepy
you n-gg-s,.. i’ll leave your head leaking
mothaf-ckas gonna rep me, i’m letting this getting
a little bit upsetting don’t you ever disrespect me (raw talk!)

[chorus: x2]
we coming, raw talking
sorry your b-tch is flocking
spit real sh-t, i’m an a-hole
got a problem with me? put it on the table

[swizzz:]
see i’m a raw little n-gg-, triple 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
every day is the same. (what?)
the same n-gg-s 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 sh-t they can frame
but f-ck 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…
i let my nuts hang like a family photo
yelling “himmi hyme”. word to the snake and bat logo

[chorus: x2]
we coming, raw talking
sorry your b-tch is flocking
spit real sh-t, i’m an a-hole
got a problem with me? put it on the table

[hopsin:]
i’m raw, vicious, and immature
and i’ve tried to come off humble but it didn’t work
my att-tude can get me under your b-tch’s skirt
if you wanna be able to make it pop like hop then n-gg- 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-cking 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-gg-s back to the 90’s
the west coast is where you’ll happen to find me
i hear n-gg-s up on the radio ‘i’m like what happened to rapping and rhyming?’ (sh-t who knows?)
not me. fakeness up in every n-gg- i see
i touch a new soul every time i preach
king of the new era i be

[chorus: x2]
we coming, raw talking
sorry your b-tch is flocking
spit real sh-t, i’m an a-hole
got a problem with me? put it on the table

- stevie stone

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