Stevie Stone - Raw Talk lyrics

Sick spit, condemn em' Ravishing 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 equipped, on crown lit, I pound hips Her legs spread I'm in the mid, the back dip For real, You's a s**a 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 cuz I'm successful at rhyme Other half cuz your b**hes want me she fuzzy inside (Raw Talk!) Suddenly get to speaking, I'm hanging 'round and I'm creepin' You n***as bleaking, I leave your head leaking (Raw Talk!) Mothaf**as 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**h is flocking Spit real sh**, I'm a A-Hole Got a problem with me? Put it on the table See I'm a wrong little n***a, triple z 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***as that overlooked you surprisingly want a piece of the fame They need a drop or a shotout for me to mention they name Acting like groupies wantin' autographs and sh** they can frame But f** 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 And fiss 'em to do it them thang I let my nuts hang like a family photo Yelling "Himmi Hyme", word to the snake and bat logo [Chorus] 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 k** it with the same old flow Bang on my motherf**ing 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***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? (sh** 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 [Chorus]