Raw Talk

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]

Sick spit, condemn 'em

Ravishing lateral moment to get 'em

I'm giving 'em (Raw Talk!)

Check my raw talk, I nitpick

Ya nimwit, ya bitch lips on rib tips

Better get equipped, on crown lit, I pound hips

Her legs spread I'm in the midst, the back dip

For real, you's a sucka nigga hating on mine, I ain't lying

I be laughing at you niggas half the time

Half of you niggas is mad 'cause I'm successful at rhyme

Other half 'cause your bitches want me she fuzzy inside (Raw Talk!)

Suddenly get to speaking, I'm hanging 'round and I'm creepin'

You niggas blinking, I leave your head leaking (Raw Talk!)

Mothafuckas gonna rep me, I'm letting this getting

A little bit upsetting, don't you ever disrespect me (Raw Talk!)

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]

We coming, raw talking

Sorry your bitches flocking

Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole

Got a problem with me? Put it on the table

We coming, raw talking

Sorry your bitches flocking

Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole

Got a problem with me? Put it on the table

[Verse 2: SwizZz]

See I'm a raw little nigga, triple Z

Too cold to be unthawed, a hundred degrees

Below zero, I'm in the booth wearing my winter fleece

Long sleeves and ski boots strapped on my funky feet

Every day is the same (What?)

The same niggas that overlooked you surprisingly want a piece of the fame

They need a drop or a shotout for me to mention they name

Acting like groupies wantin' autographs and shit they can frame

But fuck it!

That's what I'm here for, I'm speaking it raw and paving a lane

I hopped on a flight to St. Louis to link up with Stevie

And fiss 'em to do it them thang

I let my nuts hang like a family photo

Yelling "Himmi Hyme", word to the snake and bat logo

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]

We coming, raw talking

Sorry your bitches flocking

Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole

Got a problem with me? Put it on the table

We coming, raw talking

Sorry your bitches flocking

Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole

Got a problem with me? Put it on the table

[Verse 3: Hopsin]

I'm raw, vicious, and immature

And I've tried to come off humble but it didn't work

My attitude can get me under your bitch's skirt

If you wanna be able to make it pop like Hop then nigga you better listen first

Take a couple notes, look:

I ain't bringing up names no more

And I ain't finna kill it with the same old flow

Bang on my motherfucking head while I'm praying to God because I really hope a halo grow

Okay now, don't play 'round, wack MCs better go lay down

I'm trapped in a world that I don't wanna be in but I know that there's no way out

I'll take niggas back to the 90s

The west coast is where you'll happen to find me

I hear niggas up on the radio, I'm like what happened to rapping and rhyming? (Shit who knows?)

Not me, fakeness up in every nigga I see

I touch a new soul every time I preach

King of the new era I be

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]

We coming, raw talking

Sorry your bitches flocking

Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole

Got a problem with me? Put it on the table

We coming, raw talking

Sorry your bitches flocking

Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole

Got a problem with me? Put it on the table