Snowgoons, M-Dot, Jaysaun - The Real and the Raw lyrics

Pay homage to the God jaysaun
Hey! M-Dot (M-Dot)
Okay (Jaysaun) the real and the raw
Snowgoons, let's go m-Dot!

It’s clear to me these dudes ain’t
Breathing the same air as me
Apparently my clarity is bringing
Fans near to me you slow to show severity
Don’t you know it’s wearing me
But I keep grinding on my hopes inherently
Coldest flow in Seven Seas
Wrote this soul im seventies
Go for broke, I’m bending knees
Hold the hope of friends in need
The hardest working inserting no burden
Will burden the verdict
Diverted the vermin and murdered the circuit
Biting emcees talk a lot of shit
Borrow spliffs, hollow tips
Model chicks love to swallow dick
Me? I don’t bother with
Barely acknowledge it
Only thing I ever bit? My bottom lip

"The real" "We like it raw, for sure"
"When we do our shit we
Do our shit for real"
"The real" "We got that raw shit"
"We drop facts over raw
Tracks" "The raw shit"
"The real" "We like it raw, for sure"
"When we do our shit we
Do our shit for real"
"The real" "We got that raw shit"
"We drop facts over raw
Tracks" "The raw shit"

Literally I am the epitome, homes
Acclaimed critically
Downloaded digitally known from
London to Italy I slaughter
These lame ass niggas
Lyrically hypothetically realistically
The trees glistening, the cocaine crystalline
And I am viciously
Controlling Boston officially
They say, "You Jaysaun?" I am, I am
Two truths: I don’t take the
Stand to bare love’s hand
I’m no rat and I don’t wear no wires
I rain fire, bitch niggas gotta call me sire
You okay with them punchlines
But I would devour your whole career
In a lunch line at crunch-time
You just nibble on your rappers, I munch mine
You chew 'em too long
I eat a bunch at one time
I’m Walter Payton, Ricky Williams combined
Blowing weed at the NFL combine to unwind
You the type to be unsigned with hype
For so long you could’ve blown
But never really quite
Doin' it ten years and that shit ain’t right
So I’m cutting off the light, goodnight
It’s all over

It’s an automatic slaughter
Caught 'em walking, talking louder
Nah I caught em, pop n’ locked and
Rocked the noggin out of order, listen
Been dope since the thin rope tied my tummy
Write music for my fans not
The pride of money building the career until
The ceiling interfere
I breath out knowledge
Put the healing in the air
Appealing with the steer
Noticed internationally
Dealing with the fear
Haters focusing on passing me
Talk a lot of this and that
Acting like their pistol claps
Acting like aristocrats
Fact is that they’re missing facts
I pen my soul, they spend their dough
My flow’s frozen like ten below
The best in the game, best invest in the name
Yes I’m destined for fame
Rest get left in the rain (M-Dot)
Best believe the hype
I’ll lead riots till the hopeless
Can see the light

"The real" "We like it raw, for sure"
"When we do our shit we
Do our shit for real"
"The real" "We got that raw shit"
"We drop facts over raw
Tracks" "The raw shit"
"The real" "We like it raw, for sure"
"When we do our shit we
Do our shit for real"
"The real" "We got that raw shit"
"We drop facts over raw
Tracks" "The raw shit"