[Verse 1: Chunk]
I'm feel no remorse for this point I've come across
For the wick wack rap that I toss, and then I floss
Devil cross, 'cause you're soft and you're lost
And even once have I claim to the lyrical boss
I'm only speakin' true facts, not fiction, just listen
There's so many cracka MCs in the system
I chew them into so many fragments, call me trap jaw
A-K-A, compound the gifted outlaw
The Raw Flow Crew is So Busy and Gangsta G
The Raw Flow Crew is me, Compound C
The Raw Flow Crew, a young mack named Crack Grim Reaper Money D
And MC Coners with the pack, that flow so dope and set trans nationwide
All busters on the tip blast off and ain't glad at this point
I'm only forced to rip it up like a cyclone
'Cause you got booed the first second you cut the mic on
It's your fantasy, I'm not your host Mr. Ro
But pay attention while the West shifts gear to New York
It's not a diss 'cause you got raw flow from the East
But still some of ya'll peace and have the mark of the savage beast
Feel for the emptiness lyricist
Who chose to spend on the hoes and ain't tryna hear this?
But tell me what more can I say? I'm only real
I'm speaking on how we livin' and brothers get killed
Don't say you live long when the past, I got proof ping
Girls that you gear over your head, no roof
Not tryin' to knock you out the box but doin' what I got to do
When I say stop, you better stop or i'mma stop you
And let me announce the raw service announcement
The compilation style for compound is the flowdown
[Verse 2: So Busy]
Well I'm back, yeah you want me to kick
Some more lethal literature that these suckers can't deal
With unfadable, when I shoot a rhyme through a cordless
Product of the streets getting mind regardless
Mackin' females without getting all soft
I'm putting my foot down showing them all who's boss
More classic than a Chevy dropping hella heavy
Willing to rock the mic to new heights if you let me
I feel like a lighter when I spark the show
Even the crowd that Apollo would applaud my flow
Because I'm on to something major and you can't deny me
My crew comes through we're all true so don't try me
Never dancing on the set I just stomp the stage
And rhymes get doper as I flip the page
Blue cheese? Please that's made for rats
And for you weak MC's kicking senseless raps
So Busy an EPA player just flowin'
Tripping off the true bus smoke that I'm blowin'
More city than Atlantic, sucker butts panic
I snatch a girl with poetry but brothers can't stand it
And still you try to say I'm not the one to flow
You don't believe me, take a look in your closest record store
Hitting hard like Tyson but Mike's in jail
You got a hard sound but homie I can't tell
Change your style, slow your pace a bit
Get rid of them singers you might be on hit
And while you riding on the jock, I ride brand new folks
And while you're singin' to your girl, I bust brand new hoes
We say Rogue you say do we say two stoes
We dress like gangsters y'all dress like bozos
Ya'll kick fiction we kick facts and that's real see
I flip manstyles but still some don't feel me
The crew call Raw is putting rappers to rest
More intouchable, than Detective Elliot Nest
So the funky flowdown is my chance to say
That I'm one of the many players flowing off the Bay
And if you wasn't before I'm pretty sure that you know now
Show gets ripped on the funky flowdown
