[Verse 1: Stevie Stone] Sick spit, condemn em' Ravishin' lateral moment to get em' Im giving em (Raw Talk!) Check my raw talk. I nitpick Ya nimwit, ya bitch lips on rib tips Better get euqipped, on crown lit, I pound hips Her legs spread I'm in the mid, 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 cuz I'm successful at rhyming Other half cuz your bitches want me she fuzzy inside So let me get to speaking, I'm hanging 'round and I'm creepy You niggas ..., I'll leave your head leaking Mothafuckas gonna rep me, I'm letting this getting A little bit upsetting don't you ever disrespect me (Raw Talk!)
Chorus (x2): We coming, raw talking Sorry your bitch is flocking Spit real shit, I'm an A-Hole Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
SwizZz: See I'm a raw little nigga, triple z's Too cold to be unthawed, a hundred [degrees](undefined) Below zero. I'm in the booth wearing my winter [fleece](undefined) 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 shootout for me to mention their name Acting like groupies wanting 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 ... I let my nuts hang like a family photo Yelling \"Himmi Hyme\". Word to the snake and bat logo
Chorus (x2): We coming, raw talking Sorry your bitch is flocking Spit real shit, I'm an A-Hole Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
Hopsin: 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 mother fucking head while I'm [praying](undefined) to God because I really hope a halo grow Okay now, don't play round. Wack MC's 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 90's 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
Chorus (x2): We coming, raw talking Sorry your bitch is flocking Spit real shit, I'm an A-Hole Got a problem with me? Put it on the table