"Raw Poetics" [Verse 1: Rock Bottom] Put the ice back in the gla**, chill where it belongs Give a f** if you rock it on your body, leave it out your songs Critical of the surface cause that's what people perceive is the purpose Behind the music, makin' our efforts worthless Media paints it a circus and how we follow the role And that's the reason that it's outta control The radio an alias to the demeaning of gold Cause all the glitter and the shinin' is all that matters with soul I pocket a profit is slim to none on our best day Like Ev say, they only play the West on Wednesday It's futile to try to get a spin on the mainstream I thought about it once but then I snapped out a daydream Back to reality, grindin' to get respected The goal is to wreck it so nothing less is expected Check the madness with method It's like a lavish impression Is distilled upon those who ain't even worth the mention [Verse 2: Masta Ace] Yo Peter Piper picked 'em Peckled pickled peppers Hip hop has expanded from Mecca to all these little sectors I'm talkin' Texas and Tennessee also Mississippi How they fit in the picture? Well listen, this is tricky This ain't no hateration I can't forget Virginia and Georgia cause they made hip hop a greater nation And no I ain't pokin' fun Respect to Nas, Hip Hop Is Dead and New York is holdin' the smokin' gun We used to lead the way in Now we follow behind We makin' down south songs like we outta our mind What happened to innovation? I gotta ask every New York rapper in this generation Can we get it back? It's hard to say when I watch Smack DVD and damn near every kid is wack We need some brand new laws, a rap constitution You ain't gon' change the game, try to make a contribution [Verse 3: Rock Bottom] See my solution's euthanasia, a new beginning Examine the rap game and felt ashamed to tell my peeps I'm in it I sigh from deep within it, falsify the awesome winnings Rhymin' 'bout the floss they spendin' Gun in hand, plan to end it (Life) What it take you write your tightest 16? Each track is fight or flight syndrome and y'all is splittin' seams Runnin' away and steady duckin', evadin' the thought Of puttin' effort into your art See that'll take patience And rappers ain't to blame solely The game from where they standin' is to make money Supply the garbage that these fans demandin' That's why I separate myself from monetary needs Won't sacrifice the slightest part of me to sell a CD (sh**) Could give a f** how you perceive these hits I'll turn a deaf ear, but we read lips And all that criticism? Is wasted effort in sweatin' You should've implied to improve it Move out the way or join the lines of the movement [Verse 3: Masta Ace] It's been proven it don't take much to rise to the top To get your cream all you gotta do is sign on the dot If you're firing Glocks, get shot or supplyin' some rocks Makes a better resume when you're in line for the boss The line is defrost f** all the shine and the floss This is hip hop b**h And yo we rhymin' the ? Your timin' is off Should've took the Rhine off your watch And stopped a line drive rival of thought Of keepin' it raw Instead of these people leadin' the fall Of somethin' that had potential of freein' us all And it don't really matter where you at on the map You've been splattered with crap It's time to stop flattering the wack I ain't a hater I just keep my standards at eye level Why settle? Y'all can burn slow like iron kettles I peddle these raps, incredible A head full but we're ahead of schedule Except we're with better flows [Verse 5: Balti] Yo, yo, yo One for the treble, two for the ba** Dragon Balti sur un son mad de Masta Ace Visite mon Myspace حتی تعرفنی شکون Mr. Baltiroshima sur Myspace point com Wesh ma gueule je suis là جيت لهنا pas à pas كبرت مع الوقت لوليت بلطيروشيما Chuis l'arabe ouais صاحبي Je rappe en arabe Sur un son oldschool تاع les anciens soldats إذا شفت كيفاش كبرت و تربيت à Tunis MCs real قريت و تعلمت نولي عمري seize ans j'ai déjà quitté l'école Un petit racailleux qui pose des rimes hardcores Sur des sons تاع des fous sons qui fait bang bang ما ن écoute ش على موسيقى slow [?] Hip-hop de dance صنعت مني l'original ولد البلاد حمد للّه Toujours fort toujours al C'est à mon tour de prier comme les oldschool [?] Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace et Cool Wesh ma crew si explosive [?] interdit [?] Dédicace لخواة العرب [?] Hip-hop for life هذا شو تعلمت نقول اعطيني son اعطيني ل vodka صاحبي ما نبقاش يمشي [?] Un son lourd un son de ouf في ل mix C'est du صحيح avec mes Raw Poetics [Scratches] "Raw Poetics"