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