Dr. Octagon - Real Raw lyrics
[Dr. Octagon - Real Raw lyrics]
"Check it, check it"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
With yellow eyes, my green face
My pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid, your style is made by Hasbro
Gnip Gnop
You think you got that real Hip-Hop
I soar the chart so quickly
Watched your album flop
I'm Doctor Octo', curlin' weights
Tourin' rhinos liftin' horses
Throwin' cows at your fake forces
You know my gold style, rabbit fur coat style
You be freezin' with the flu
Watch you keep sneezin'
Like Breezly Brewin'
Your style I'mma have to ruin
Chop up your tactics
You gimmick groups need to practice
You beat it
Like Michael Jackson in my atmosphere
Gerbils for rectums
I break you off like Richard Gere
I'm so fantastic
Your metal fist is still plastic
Compelled with no threats
Your rhymes bounce off my shield
New York City, California, roll my Ampex reel
No corny loops and assemble
With Timberland boots
I'm strictly monster with
Turtlenecks like Frankenstein
Drop that mic kid, you lost
So that ass is mine
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face superspeed
Flowin'!
"Check it, check it" "The rhythm is nice"
Doctor Octo', mental disorder
Person in alias
Fifty-five-six computer tracks on
Your ass cracks
Bellevue patient ignored your rhymes
In the train station you don't want none
The vomit's on your cinnamon bun
You still rappin' in the
City talkin' pig latin
In fact you no test, you tired man
Won't you rest? Take that sleep with NoDoz
That common style is cheap
You bought your mic cord
Payola scams the Billboard
Slots that's not hot
You settle for the nuts you got
Record releases
Your crew is wack like chocolate Reese's
Urine stains are spread out
Fly colours on your brains
You beware, orangutans tappin' on your window
Bulls and coyotes
While roaches walk around your poodle
Like Shakespeare
Genius thoughts pumpin' every year
MCs know, retire quick rap like Paul Monroe
Joe C meriweather with blocks on
Your skin is clever upright direction
I battle any yeast infection
Put missiles to work
My needles in your midsection hold upright
I burn your anus with the purple light
Use up your power
Make phone calls for an hour
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
With yellow eyes, my green face
My pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid, your style is made by Hasbro
Gnip Gnop
You think you got that real Hip-Hop
I soar the chart so quickly
Watched your album flop
I'm Doctor Octo', curlin' weights
Tourin' rhinos liftin' horses
Throwin' cows at your fake forces
You know my gold style, rabbit fur coat style
You be freezin' with the flu
Watch you keep sneezin'
Like Breezly Brewin'
Your style I'mma have to ruin
Chop up your tactics
You gimmick groups need to practice
You beat it
Like Michael Jackson in my atmosphere
Gerbils for rectums
I break you off like Richard Gere
I'm so fantastic
Your metal fist is still plastic
Compelled with no threats
Your rhymes bounce off my shield
New York City, California, roll my Ampex reel
No corny loops and assemble
With Timberland boots
I'm strictly monster with
Turtlenecks like Frankenstein
Drop that mic kid, you lost
So that ass is mine
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face superspeed
Flowin'!
"Check it, check it" "The rhythm is nice"
Doctor Octo', mental disorder
Person in alias
Fifty-five-six computer tracks on
Your ass cracks
Bellevue patient ignored your rhymes
In the train station you don't want none
The vomit's on your cinnamon bun
You still rappin' in the
City talkin' pig latin
In fact you no test, you tired man
Won't you rest? Take that sleep with NoDoz
That common style is cheap
You bought your mic cord
Payola scams the Billboard
Slots that's not hot
You settle for the nuts you got
Record releases
Your crew is wack like chocolate Reese's
Urine stains are spread out
Fly colours on your brains
You beware, orangutans tappin' on your window
Bulls and coyotes
While roaches walk around your poodle
Like Shakespeare
Genius thoughts pumpin' every year
MCs know, retire quick rap like Paul Monroe
Joe C meriweather with blocks on
Your skin is clever upright direction
I battle any yeast infection
Put missiles to work
My needles in your midsection hold upright
I burn your anus with the purple light
Use up your power
Make phone calls for an hour
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
I get real raw
Change arrangements on your face
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"
"Check it, back is the funky ex-flower"