Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Remain Raw, artist - Clear Soul Forces. Album song Fab Five, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
Remain Raw |
Fab Five, uh, uh, uh, yeah |
I done had a genesis since ninety six |
A Nintendo since 98, you niggas 64 bit |
With disc and can’t get your game straight |
What a candidate, going from town to town |
Running your race of sound but I hate your style |
All that singing and shit should be left for bitches and gowns |
You got a crowd and they giving you pounds |
You laugh to the bank but who is the clown? |
When liquors out and records loud |
I bet you be feeling proud, creating the aisle for po-po to profile |
But steadily screaming you wild, with guns that pow, moving the loud |
Exactly why they locking us down, what makes me frown |
Ain’t ya trap style, it’s your rap style |
So what if a nigga dropped out? |
I’m teaching sun up to sundown, your lyricism done been exiled |
Mos Def style in the x-files |
Duchovny David two playlist just hit repeat now |
What you putting out, better represent |
Ancestry to me ain’t die for this |
Pushing your chains and whips |
How are you not still on a slave ship? |
Come on bitch, use your mind to master the real opponent |
They have us on television is looking like bologna |
Pussy us out like ponies |
They ride us until we knowingly forfeit intelligence |
When you just have to quit ignoring |
Ev-ery-thing remains raw |
Nigga I make sure shit remains raw |
Nah, we make sure shit remains raw |
Nah, E make sure shit remains raw |
So we make sure shit remains raw |
Cause y’all niggas not spitting real shit no more |
Why you rap like you lack the first through that thirty third vertebrae |
Three hundred and sixty five more whole days passed |
(And) four more grey hairs sprouted up out my black ass |
All of these sleepless nights strategizing when lyrics collide over these beats |
Tweak it til it’s magnefique, do we still be roaming the streets |
(Creep) looking for something to eat, see, I’m not into the deception of |
perception |
I wrap sandwiches and songs way better than you expected |
My profession is manifesting these syllables into something that’ll touch you |
in the spirit |
We got a rap God, it’s enough death |
We need uplift, certain that I’m accepting my purpose on this go round |
Breaking this flower down (down) |
Learning to map my mind around |
While I make sure that shit remains raw |
That’s why we make sure that shit remains raw |
Just be true, do you, that shit remains raw |
Cause we don’t want to hear that weak shit no more |