The Kid, The Raw Man Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
Check me out, yo
[Verse]
Yes I'm a smart, raw rapper
A lion roars after
I capture
When I attack you raps you tripped back
And I kidnapped ya
Having you trapped with the actual rapping [wrapping]
Apparatus
Back in the carriage
Carry the lot of you actors
You lack in savages - this:
After this you battle the cause of Holocaust
You're facing the harder rapping force of the raw
And when I roar with my pride
Then I'm 'rocking gorgeous' like
Gorgon broads on the horses
And hordes of my lyrics
Rapture you gimmicks
Gimme the gun, I mean mic
You better run and yes I mean right
Now to the underground
What you commercial rappers just found now
I'm agitated
Just waiting on you cats to mistaken
My reawakening
Baking you porky niggas like basted bacon
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I'm patiently aching for days I be gracefully
Making dinner by frying all these niggas on bars
With steamed veggies and this pap, nigga
And I told you that I won't stop, nigga
And all of y'all get me awfully nauseous
Hoping you cautious
Of a lyrical domination
Onto these weaker vessels - yes the dominated
Now we're passing Obama pages
And Negroes know what the rest of them miscalculated
And like that, I'm the last, black, boom-bappin'
President of Rappin'
I'm hoping that a madman can make me retire from rappin'
'cause right now?
There's a lack of action and I'm getting bored
Just cut the track in actual fact:
I'm the assassin in black
Man the kid, the raw man - the factual act
Get back in your raps
After you cats decide to bring the artistry back - Picasso, Baby
And nobody tried touchin' on this hot flow, baby. (x5)
[Outro]
Yeah. It's good
