YU - Raw Data lyrics

[Verse 1: Tom Solar] If I don't get the p**y I'ma f** this couch I'm living in heaven And it ain't my house Smoke in the sinus, sweating a bullet Face so burnt that a man get a mullet This level I play in, the devil is dying to hang in The battery buck for the banging They be telling me that I'm gonna rot in a fire for murdering all of my rivals But I tell them it's bullsh** None is the holiest number, study your bibles In the stu I been blacking out, don't matter who feeling big I'ma pack them out Brrang-dang on that a** if you backing out I'm the fittest menace that your b**hes ask about Me and the crew Chewbacca the beat, like a flu in the heat when we drop on the street Better meet with a doc, put a shock to your days Your pick up blew up 'cause the block in a blaze We Mufasa the king, move faster than bling All black and white, Casablanca Mi casa su casa when I whip the ba** up And that's in the musical sense, sing [Verse 2: King Rich] Oh, who the next to go King Rich, you can bet I'm the next to flow I'ma turn my adversaries to some vegetables Pull the plug, forgive me, it's not ethical Sensible; now they begging "Sensei no" Just let him go, quid pro quo If it's this for that, I go mad like max Tie them up, lay them down Put the verse on the tracks When I be rapping it's gotta happen Causing reactions, send them home packing We never lacking, we break them like fractions Y'all got no dinero, y'all acting Jack offs keep jacking To Janet Jackson look-a-likes inside the maxim Penitentiary, kinda scary Halloween's almost here, another rapper dead in the cemetery Obituary's being read Moment of silence, he's dead [Hook: Tom Solar] Put numbers on us but it ain't like we gonna listen, no Enemies, Hennessy, anything goes in this episode Try to make a move, eeee-yeah You scared of my style, eeee-yeah Bring the future back, we got it Bring the future back, we got it I gave my final f** a nice goodbye I gave my final f** a nice goodbye I let weather and whatever's in the heavens decide demise Then post up in the club and toast to a hell of a time [Verse 3: INVICTi] f**ing insane, f** am I saying Give me your b**h, she will give me some brain I am no liar, don't call me the shooter 'Cause when you start repping you'll find who a loser God damn, beat on fast hit it real slow Lean spinning, spitting to his feet like a real show Here say there go, this my real flow Make your b**h come quick on the real low, damn Flow is going off like I'm retarded Bar number 10 in this b**h, I'm barely started Beef started, barely braised it, I'm about to go amazing Hit the clinical location, got the pussies and I tamed them Dropped off the map face earth Walking in the club who I gotta face first Grind on heavy make the skateboard twerk Invicti on your mind 'til your boy come first [Verse 4: Black N Mild Child] Trapped in a cold dark room, ain't nothing but d** in my system I'm Mac Book Pro Searching all day for my Mac Book flow Staying on the prowl for them ratchet hoes I know, I know, I know, I know Weak for the cheese, can't speak when a freak I meet Up all night on the LSD, thank God Solar put me on this beat With the team I been rolling up a pound, blow it down Faded now, I been looking for the crew, what it do n***a I been going hard in the yard, finna ball on y'all Looking like John Wall, to the paint n***a Money rain funny, there's a flood in my bank How you gonna act like your sh** don't stank? Bro I'm a boss, what the f** you think? Homie we the crew, we the number one rank No catching my breath, you ain't seen nothing yet I won't let you forget who you listening to Black N Mild Child be the ultimate dude Kicking back mellow like he chilling Kung Fu Illest, the realest, you feeling what we dealing you Straight pure to the dome, now we feeling cool Cutthroat, we geeking, so reckless the way we speaking We leaving y'all n***as speechless, I'm living what I be preaching I'm crazy with a good bit of soul Always with the crew when I roll Savage motherf**er, yeah I know High all day on the low Y'all know we the rap pros Spitting straight heat on the beat when we flow [Hook: Tom Solar] Put numbers on us but it ain't like we gonna listen, no Enemies, Hennessy, anything goes in this episode Try to make a move, eeee-yeah You scared of my style, eeee-yeah Bring the future back, we got it Bring the future back, we got it I gave my final f** a nice goodbye I gave my final f** a nice goodbye I let weather and whatever's in the heavens decide demise Then post up in the club and toast to a hell of a time