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