M-dot - The Real and the Raw lyrics

[Intro: Jaysaun & M-Dot] Pay hommage to the God Jaysaun *Hey!* M-Dot (M-Dot) Okay (Jaysaun) The real and the raw Snowgoons, let's go M-Dot! [M-Dot] It's clear to me these dudes ain't breathing the same air as me Apparently my clarity is bringing fans near to me Show to show severity, don't you know it's wearing me But I keep grinding on my hopes inherently Coldest flow in Seven Seas, wrote this soul of seventies Go for broke, I'm bending knees Hold the hope of friends in need The hardest working inserting no burden Will burden the verdict, diverted the vermin and murdered the circuit Biting emcees talk a lot of sh** Bottle splits, hollow tips, model chicks love to swallow dick Me? I don't bother with, barely acknowledge it Only thing I ever bit? My bottom lip [Hook x2: Scratching] *The real* *We like it raw for sure* *When we do our sh** we do our sh** for real* *The real* *We got that raw sh*** *We drop [?] tracks* *The raw sh*** [Jaysaun] Literally I am the epitome homes Acclaimed critically downloaded digitally Known from London to Italy I slaughter these lamb a** n***as lyrically hypothetically realistically The trees glistening, the c**aine crystally And I am viciously controlling Boston officially They say you Jaysaun? I am, I am Two truths: I don't take the stand, to bare love's hand I'm no rat and I don't wear no wires I rain fire, b**h n***as gotta call me sire You okay with them punchlines But I would devour your whole career in a lunch line at crunchtime You just nibble on your rappers, I munch mine You chew 'em too long, I eat a bunch at one time I'm Walter Payton Ricky Williams combined Blowing weed at the NFL come by to unwind You the type to be unsigned with hype For so long you could've blown but never really quite Doing it ten years and that sh** ain't right So I'm cutting off the light, goodnight, it's all over [M-Dot] It's an automatic slaughter, caught 'em walking, talking louder Nah I caught em, pop n' locked and rocked the noggin out of order, listen Been dope since the thin rope tied my tummy Write music for my fans not the pride of money Building the career until the ceiling interfere I breath out knowledge, put the healing in the air Appealing with the sneer, noticed internationally Dealing with the fear, haters focusing on pa**ing me Talk a lot of this and that, acting like their pistol claps Acting like aristocrats, fact is that they're missing facts I pen my soul, they spend their dough My flow's frozen like ten below The best in the game, best invest in the name Yes I'm destined for fame, rest get left in the rain (M-Dot) Best believe the hype, I'll lead riots till the hopeless can see the light [Hook]