| Raw. |
| love and war
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| I’mma give it to ya. |
| let’s go.
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| Raw, imperial cats is wieldin instrumental war
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| Rap tactical macks perform unspeakable acts
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| And hope on vengeance, exposin your pretenders
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| To the laws and battle nature performance under the gun
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| And we move, with maximum efficiency to your redundant
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| And shake, we dominate 'em on old fashion, break 'em with a power
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| Like glass jaws, fresh we outta grammar inflict force
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| We grapple your mental with word tentacles sick
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| Manipulate your heart rate through brain chemicles slick
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| I slide through like lubrication on a Latex
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| Fuckin your thought process hard like date-rape sex
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| Smokin cigarettes slow and once your cherry glow red
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| Cause I’mma see the satisfaction in the end
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| My caliber big time designed to be fatal
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| And crush a nigga windpipes slow with my cables
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| They feel this soloist soon, this cat controllin the womb
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| I’m movin cracks like they body consume
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| Certified but my ability’s skill, license to kill
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| And carry the heavy weaponry, ill like pentetiaries |
| RAW!
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| Yo. |
| it’s several different levels to pickin up shovels
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| And dumpin you in ditches under sea level, frontin you can witness
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| Let me refreshin you niggas tell you my position in this
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| Beef! |
| Leavin you under Venice, opposition finished!
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| Here it is, we invaded created a Pyramid
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| Of a Haven of names, so blame Dre and that ear of his
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| So breathe, I’d rather REACH for your neck
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| And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me wit less
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| I got a skunk, in my trunk
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| I’m lyin, I got a pump in my trunk
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| You dyin, how many lumps niggas want?
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| Who’s ready for y’all? |
| We ready for y’all
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| We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw
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| I stand firm, and it hurts to live it
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| You open up that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that’s wit it
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| Defenders of the fame fast, Concise is a Checkmate
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| The endin of your life, so prepare for your rest date, c’mon
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| Let’s go
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| It’s war games and I’m a dominator by nature
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| Battle machines, chamoflouge greens on your radar
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| They starvin the artists, bullshit, charge it |
| Discharge on a target, dearly departed
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| Raw and uncut, uncooked I’m pure
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| Price to sell tour, rap sell out stores
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| Somethin to live for, double my street value
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| Clear-cut your colony, and balance the economy
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| I speak in testaments, unleashin pestilence
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| Light speed, supreme being the Fifth Element
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| High grade, the most potent, West coast wasps rollin
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| And build a empire like the Romans
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| Down by law, raw like in Nassau
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| When I took the bottle to the center of your glass jaw
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| Defendin number 7, ball ready and write
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| Most steady on mic, raw like Israel light
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| Young Lord of the Sound Table, niggas of the +Knight+
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| The ruler rough rhyme better known as Concise
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| We certified original, roll heat
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| You niggas is beginners in this rap race runnin with cold feet like
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| — w/ variations and scratches till fade |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song R.A.W., artist - Checkmate. Album song Checkmate Presents…Game Related, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп