Raw - Cappadonna, Don Shae, Amar Divine

I’m in the hood like Polo vest with mad ink on it

Blunt side with Diesel

Always got stink on it

Concrete babies

Pampers don’t fit em

Whoever don’t belong here

Somebody goin get em

I be in the projects, slums and the alleys

15 silk shirts, Jones and Balleys

125th Street rappin at rallys

But then it’s silk view so full of knowledge

Young n the restless

Never on the guest list

Scared we going come in the spot

And straight wreck shit

Child support getting paid

Before they accept it

But my pressure going buss

If I’m feeling rejected

Rap extremely good

And feel like i’m breathless

I do it for my family

And that’s why i’m blessed with it

Chicks keep hatin'

Cause they see my success with it

Pass it to my man

Cause he never fuckin mess with it

Vibrant lights

Silent moon

Watching over

As we step into the room

Stars applaud

They in support of what we do

It’s only gods involved

Feel it when we come through

Thunder in the drum

A bolt of lightning out the tongue

Imma hit the of every function

We admit, immaculate spread

Hammer suckers submit

And even now the niggas game

Me some shit so righteous

Used to gettin' loaded in cyphers

Mads getting its the survival of crisis

Hold up the format and nobody like this

Won’t catch us in your average cyphers

We writers professionally

Came to knock you off your pedestal

All that rap criminal shit

Ya’ll rappers beat ain’t true

To rhyme like a vehicle

Move to forward tell the industry

Real niggas backin them up

Yo hip hop lingers on

My man Angel Lue

I’m still rhyming direct

From the 1s and 2s

I’m in the hallway

I’m in the doorway

I still keep a skip by the steps

Man, all day

I’m a yes man

Fuck best man

Ya’ll know the niggas I’m fuckin with

Yes the Klan

Capadon, Raekwon, Chef, Method Man

And I remember the first every Summer Jam

King Just, KRO was the opener

And we came

A hundred and some niggas

Broke as fuck

Overlord, yea lord we wild wid it

Feather don’t know when

Them Staten niggas around wid it

Rap money

Crack every real night

Bitch give em the money

I still know the real rights

Hip hop pumpin

Hip hop jumpin

Ya’ll need to stop with that

Hip hop frontin

Ya’ll need to stop with that

Hip hop frontin

Ya’ll need to stop with that

Hip hop frontin

You kill then you shot

Malcolm X in the frame

Damn man

These killas go’n murder to the game

Apply heat to beef

Like a burger to the flame

Murder the game

Brah heard you can do the same

I’m Hussein on the script

But I’m like Lou Kane when I flip

Brain’s what I hit

You lames go’n be sick

Like dysenteriae

4−4 to bury you

The more, the merrier

Let’s build a wall

I’m daring ya

Rest in Big Pun

You ain’t killed a monkey

You’re a gorilla

He ain’t building shade tho

Lettin em chains blow

Sometimes I wear hard

Yeah sometimes I halo

A death sentence

In the form of a union

I suggest

Cause we normally shooting

Leave your chest

For more recruiting

Like the label advance

Sink your ship like a naval advance