Amar Divine - Raw lyrics

[Intro:] Hood Life n***a (yeah) Virgo Power (they ain't nothing sweet over here) First cluster of stars in the universe (Frontin' n' stuntin') Mile wide [?] (...I'm wildin' out) Imma get this paper by any means necessary (...live this life like it's my last) Best Believe (ego trippin) I'm on one (wildin') [Verse 1:] [Capadonna] I'm in the hood like Polo vest with mad ink on it Blunt side with Diesel Always got stink on it Concrete babies Pampers don't fit em Whoever don't belong here Somebody goin get em I be in the projects, slums and the alleys 15 silk shirts, Jones and Balleys 125th Street rappin at rallys But then it's silk view so full of knowledge Young n the restless Never on the guest list Scared we going come in the spot And straight wreck sh** Child support getting paid Before they accept it But my pressure going buss If I'm feeling rejected Rap extremely good And feel like i'm breathless I do it for my family And that's why i'm blessed with it Chicks keep hatin' Cause they see my success with it Pa** it to my man Cause he never f**in mess with it [Verse 2:] [Amar Divine] Vibrant lights Silent moon Watching over As we step into the room Stars applaud They in support of what we do It's only gods involved Feel it when we come through Thunder in the drum A bolt of lightning out the tongue Imma hit the [?] of every function We admit, immaculate spread Hammer s**ers submit And even now the n***as game Me some sh** so righteous Used to gettin' loaded in cyphers Mads getting [?] its the survival of crisis Hold up the format and nobody like this Won't catch us in your average cyphers We writers professionally Came to knock you off your pedestal All that rap criminal sh** Ya'll rappers beat ain't true To rhyme like a vehicle Move to forward tell the industry Real n***as backin them up [Verse 3:] [Lounger Low] Yo hip hop lingers on My man Angel Lue I'm still rhyming direct From the 1s and 2s I'm in the hallway I'm in the doorway I still keep a skip by the steps Man, all day I'm a yes man f** best man Ya'll know the n***as I'm f**in with Yes the Klan Capadon, Raekwon, Chef, Method Man And I remember the first every Summer Jam King Just, KRO was the opener And we came A hundred and some n***as Broke as f** Overlord, yea lord we wild wid it Feather don't know when Them Staten n***as around wid it Rap money Crack every real night b**h give em the money I still know the real rights Hip hop pumpin Hip hop jumpin Ya'll need to stop with that Hip hop frontin Ya'll need to stop with that Hip hop frontin Ya'll need to stop with that Hip hop frontin [Verse 4:][Don Shae] You k** then you shot Malcolm X in the frame Damn man These k**as go'n murder to the game Apply heat to beef Like a burger to the flame Murder the game Brah heard you can do the same I'm Hussein on the script But I'm like Lou Kane when I flip Brain's what I hit You lames go'n be sick Like dysenteriae 4-4 to bury you The more, the merrier Let's build a wall I'm daring ya Rest in Big Pun You ain't k**ed a monkey You're a gorilla He ain't building shade tho Lettin em chains blow Sometimes I wear hard Yeah sometimes I halo A d**h sentence In the form of a union I suggest [?] Cause we normally shooting Leave your chest [?] For more recruiting Like the label advance Sink your ship like a naval advance [Sample: Lord'a mercy]