Keepin' It Raw

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    We pledge, to keep it raw, until the end of time
    Yeah!
    Baby bring it!

    Feeling like an empty space I suffer from a lack of dough
    Roll with hell's patrol, grab the microphone and smack a ho
    Trying to paint it gold, all day sex and alcohol
    With out the sex, now there's a bigger and blacker hole
    We wreck and roll, always dope, for I never settle
    I'd rather battle, I grab the microphone, that's heavy metal
    Don't get sentimental, there's no time for a mental pause
    Raw on the mic, like cut your head off with a dental floss!

    Grabbing the 4-4 its time for war!
    Yeah, we be keeping it raw!
    Fuck with us and we gonna make you squeal, pig
    Yeah we be keeping it real!
    You can't fuck with my click, motherfucker!
    We be keeping it sick!
    You want more of that hardcore? Got it!
    Cause we be keeping it raw

    We be keeping it, fucking raw
    Going pretty hard on this shit like shock and awe
    I rock the floor, perhaps I can't stop it all
    Stomping motherfuckers, you know I stay up and tall
    Stop, drop and roll, man, that shit is aflame
    Fucking sickening cause you know I ain't spitting the same
    Sit in the rain, with crazy rhymes hitting my brain
    Keeping it heavy like an airplane hitting a train!

    Grabbing the 4-4 its time for war!
    Yeah, we be keeping it raw!
    Fuck with us and we gonna make you squeal, pig
    Yeah we be keeping it real!
    You can't fuck with my click, motherfucker!
    We be keeping it sick!
    You want more of that hardcore? Got it!
    Cause we be keeping it raw

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    God bless, an atheist with a complex
    Conquest, so come test, rhymes hard as gun blast
    Done fast, win every contest, fuck rest
    Deep in the circles of hell, call me dantes
    I'm past beyond man, I can't be stopped
    Way too raw, pushing the anti up
    Fuck fancy pop, we're on advanced hiphop
    Harvesting souls boy, we ain't gonna mince the crop

    Yeah!
    We be keeping it raw
    Until we choke your girlfriend with her God damn bra
    Yeah!
    Look at me this ain't no random face
    Cause when I'm done, I'll be all over the news
    Like I'm motherfucking trenton chase!

    Don't let me get in my zone
    I burn the track down, let it crash like ramon
    A raging alcoholic, I get smashed and trashed all alone
    And get my verses looking jacked up like sylvester stallone
    You lack the, testosterone, you best be passing it on
    I stay raw like I'm possed, and if you flex then you're gone
    I make you ask for the verse, like ladies beg for the bone
    I rip the beat to bits, till it looks like a semi cologne!

    You motherfuckers, better never battle, stupid pricks, I'm rather mean
    Looking like hulk on katemine and amphetamine, a damn machine
    You've never been as ill as me, stupid ass fuck, you better stop it
    You'll never top it, bitch you ain't making half a profit
    Rapping puppets, thinking they real, I get them cut to bits
    You can't fuck with this, now get the microphone off your shopping list
    You got me pissed, thinking of killing you better know that I'm fucking grim
    So when the blood will brim the streets you better know how to fucking swim!

    Grabbing the 4-4 its time for war!
    Yeah, we be keeping it raw!
    Fuck with us and we gonna make you squeal, pig
    Yeah we be keeping it real!
    You can't fuck with my click, motherfucker!
    We be keeping it sick!
    You want more of that hardcore? Got it!
    Cause we be keeping it raw

    One time baby!
    Two time baby!
    Three time baby!
    We be keeping it raw!

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