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