Stevie Stone, Swizzz, Hopsin - Raw Talk lyrics

Sick spit, condemn 'em
Ravishing lateral moment to get 'em
I'm giving 'em (Raw Talk)
Check my raw talk, I nitpick
Ya nimwit, ya bitch lips on rib tips
Better get equipped, on crown lit
I pound hips
Her legs spread I'm in the midst
The back dip
For real, you's a sucka nigga hating on mine
I ain't lying
I be laughing at you niggas half the time
Half of you niggas is mad
'cause I'm successful at rhyme
Other half 'cause your bitches want
Me she fuzzy inside (Raw Talk)
Suddenly get to speaking
I'm hanging 'round and I'm creepin'
You niggas blinking
I leave your head leaking (Raw Talk)
Mothafuckas gonna rep me
I'm letting this getting
A little bit upsetting
Don't you ever disrespect me (Raw Talk)

We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table

See I'm a raw little nigga, triple Z
Too cold to be unthawed, a hundred degrees
Below zero
I'm in the booth wearing my winter fleece
Long sleeves and ski boots strapped
On my funky feet
Every day is the same (What?)
The same niggas that
Overlooked you surprisingly
Want a piece of the fame
They need a drop or a shotout
For me to mention they name
Acting like groupies wantin' autographs and
Shit they can frame but fuck it!
That's what I'm here for
I'm speaking it raw and paving a lane
I hopped on a flight to St
Louis to link up with Stevie
And fiss 'em to do it them thang
I let my nuts hang like a family photo
Yelling "Himmi Hyme"
Word to the snake and bat logo

We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table

I'm raw, vicious, and immature
And I've tried to come off
Humble but it didn't work
My attitude can get me
Under your bitch's skirt
If you wanna be able to make it pop
Like Hop then nigga you better listen first
Take a couple notes, look:
I ain't bringing up names no more
And I ain't finna kill it
With the same old flow
Bang on my motherfucking head
While I'm praying to
God because I really hope a halo grow
Okay now, don't play 'round
Wack MCs better go lay down
I'm trapped in a world that I don't wanna be
In but I know that there's no way out
I'll take niggas back to the 90s
The west coast is where you'll
Happen to find me
I hear niggas up on the radio
I'm like what happened to
Rapping and rhyming? (Shit who knows?)
Not me, fakeness up in every nigga I see
I touch a new soul every time I preach
King of the new era I be

We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table