Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That Raw, artist - Torae. Date of issue: 13.10.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
That Raw |
| «Aye |
| Yo |
| Thank you |
| Thank you |
| Thank you |
| We gonna |
| We gonna do a little thing right now |
| We gonna |
| We gonna do a little thing right now |
| We give you our little version of a little thing entitled» |
| Yeah |
| Pete Rock, nigga |
| Yo |
| It’s called spitting, some say I’m tight, nice with the written |
| Written I’m nice with the icepick through your penning |
| The chime chime in as I slice and write venom |
| With Chocolate Boy Wonder ammunition |
| Y’all wishing your competition would come to fruition |
| Pulling Ethan Hunt stunts in impossible missions |
| In the position to educate, the fuel, flame, fire was featherweight |
| I body shit, but y’all making heaven wait |
| While I’m making heaven’s gate look like the outside of the spot |
| It’s jam packed, the line rounding the block |
| The block grinders rewind us while providing the knock |
| My shit is dope as what’s stuff in their sock |
| I’m the reason why the hip-hop cops kept patrolling the block |
| They must have heard I was cooking with Rock |
| Nigga, Pete that is who beat that is booming through your speakers, kid |
| Case you forgot what the ether is |
| It’s that raw, this is the type of shit they ask for |
| Y’all make the type of shit they fast-forward |
| You wanting the realist shit, then as Tor |
| The other niggas just go out of here |
| This should separate me from the pack, I’m so ahead of the wack |
| At first glance, you might think coming back |
| But backtrack your first glance, you see that in fact |
| I’m so advanced that I doubled their laps, niggas' memories lapsed |
| 'Cause I could’ve sworn, y’all knew not to put Tor |
| In any class another nigga can go on |
| I spit shit sick, ridiculous |
| Niggas get the fuck out of my zone or you miss the bus |
| I throw niggas under it, tell them kiss the muffler |
| , pistol covered up |
| You wish the fuck you was my pedigree, that you can never be |
| Be never forever, you smelling me? |
| Dog, what you telling me? |
| I’m not, but these niggas supposed to be hot? |
| I lay vocals at rotisserie spots |
| Flame spitter nigga, the only time you ever was hot |
| Is when your pops shot you out of his cock, motherfucker |
| And what they least expected was Tor on his next shit |
| The young veteran and the Soul Brother connected |
| You should take warnings on who not to eff with |
| Yo Pete, show these niggas the exit |
| See what they least expected was Tor on his next shit |
| The young veteran and the Soul Brother connected |
| You should take warnings on who not to eff with |
| Yo Pete, show these niggas the exit |
| You niggas all need to get out the dodge, tell 'em bon voyage |
| Go play in traffic, stand in front of my car |
| It’s probably better time spent than when you’re penning them bars |
| I’m for this garbage |
| You niggas' trash raps is wack, the fact you rebacked it and back |
| With shiny shoes, it don’t cover for that |
| So what I lack in platinum plaques, I match when I spit on a track |
| It’s match niggas, nigga, this is a wrap |