That Raw

[Intro: Sample] "Aye Yo Thank you Thank you Thank you We gonna We gonna do a little thing right now We gonna We gonna do a little thing right now We give you our little version of a little thing entitled" [Torae] Yeah Pete Rock, nigga Yo [Verse 1] It's called spitting, some say I'm tight, nice with the written Written I'm nice with the icepick through your penning The chime chime in as I slice and write venom With Chocolate Boy Wonder ammunition Y'all wishing your competition would come to fruition Pulling Ethan Hunt stunts in impossible missions In the position to educate, the fuel, flame, fire was featherweight I body shit, but y'all making heaven wait While I'm making heaven's gate look like the outside of the spot It's jam packed, the line rounding the block The block grinders rewind us while providing the knock My shit is dope as what's stuff in their sock I'm the reason why the hip-hop cops kept patrolling the block They must have heard I was cooking with Rock Nigga, Pete that is who beat that is booming through your speakers, kid Case you forgot what the ether is [Hook 2x] It's that raw, this is the type of shit they ask for Y'all make the type of shit they fast-forward You wanting the realist shit, then as Tor The other niggas just go out of here [Verse 2] This should separate me from the pack, I'm so ahead of the wack At first glance, you might think coming back But backtrack your first glance, you see that in fact I'm so advanced that I doubled their laps, niggas' memories lapsed 'Cause I could've sworn, y'all knew not to put Tor In any class another nigga can go on I spit shit sick, ridiculous Niggas get the fuck out of my zone or you miss the bus I throw niggas under it, tell them kiss the muffler [?], pistol covered up You wish the fuck you was my pedigree, that you can never be Be never forever, you smelling me? Dog, what you telling me? I'm not, but these niggas supposed to be hot? I lay vocals at rotisserie spots Flame spitter nigga, the only time you ever was hot Is when your pops shot you out of his cock, motherfucker [Hook] [Verse 3] And what they least expected was Tor on his next shit The young veteran and the Soul Brother connected You should take warnings on who not to eff with Yo Pete, show these niggas the exit See what they least expected was Tor on his next shit The young veteran and the Soul Brother connected You should take warnings on who not to eff with Yo Pete, show these niggas the exit You niggas all need to get out the dodge, tell 'em bon voyage Go play in traffic, stand in front of my car It's probably better time spent than when you're penning them bars I'm [?] for this garbage You niggas' trash raps is wack, the fact you rebacked it and back With shiny shoes, it don't cover for that So what I lack in platinum plaques, I match when I spit on a track It's match niggas, nigga, this is a wrap [Hook]