Zacari, Ab-Soul - RAW (Backwards) lyrics

Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers (Ayy)
Raw backwards on all you rappers (Man)

What’s happenin'? Another baptism by
Pastor Black Lip
I'm mashin' across the masses
My movement massive i'm low-key
Like a locksmith workin' on both knees
You nosy, wiretap vans
Got fur where my toes be
I'm cozy, act like you know me
Wicked as Aleister Crowley, I just might OD
Overly dedicated, just like my homie
Second to none in the first place
I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it's like


"Fuck your feelings"
Man, I got so many flows
Them shit's come with ceilings
What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul
The Abstract Asshole
I'm levitatin', way too crazy
Way too wavy for your sandcastle

Ayy, man, what’s happenin'?
Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip
I'm mashin' across the masses
My movement massive
The Backwoods with the gas in it
You roll the Raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the trash can

We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more
(Geah) no more (Geah, geah)
No more, no more (Geah, geah, geah)
No more, no more

Josh of Nazareth (Geah)

I'm goin' loco, this nigga Soulo
Back in this ho, though
Oh, no, you watchin' Hulu
I run the show though
Is it music? Voodoo? I don't know
But don't confuse me with D'Angelo
I'm the angel though
Spooky, hope your army got lots of armor
‘Cause we don't die, we just multiply
Divide and conquer
Remember when the Battle Mongers
Called me a reject
'Til I had all this heart and honor
Demand my respect
Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero
Steps ahead and stackin' bread up
Speakin' of heroes
Four-seven shit, fuck it
Fly to the Beast Coast just to sag down Troy
Ave quotin' King Steelo
Pass the pot, let me skillet
The temperature is scaldin'
The novices make me nauseous
I was like a swami of
Jay Electronica until he figured
Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would
Body him for a milli
I told Kenny, "Keep quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need dirt on your hands
Gettin' the key to the city, you feel me?"
Hurts when your OG who's supposed
To be a G-O-D is standin' next to King
Kunta feelin' like Toby
Yeah, Moos, what I gotta do, boy?
I'm just waitin' on your cue
To take him to school, boy
(yeah) yeah, but fuck all this wordplay
Top, tell these fuckin'
Stooges I'm dangerous, keep away

Raw backwards on all you rappers (Mayday)
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers (Soul)
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers

Ayy, man, what’s happenin'?
Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip
I'm mashin' across the masses
My movement massive
The Backwoods with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it backwards
Throw that wack shit up in the trash can

We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more
No more no more, no more
No more, no more

Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you rappers

I’m Wiccan like a wicked witch
I need Alia Zin to read Genesis, yeah
‘Cause this one for my fellow
Thelemites about that fuckin' life
You fuckin' right
I need to stand up for my fuckin' rights
Out of sight, out of mind
Still leave insight in your brain
Got your synapses doin' jumping jacks
And all kind of things
I mean check my subject range
Agartha, dopamine, choppers, stick
Talk, Benihana, pF Chang's
Revelations reiterated, this revolutionary
Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps
‘Cause the truth is scary
(Do what thou wilt) I’m not talented
I’m skilled (I’m the darkest knight) With
The shiniest shield
Would’ve attended a university
But it was silly to me
Because the whole universe is just
A city to me