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Raw Life
The Foreign Exchange (Feat. Joe Scudda)
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Rock to the rhythm, back and forth like a pendulum
Swingin' to the beat, competition, don't mention 'em
A full-course MC, y'all just continental 'em
Posted at the bar, but you only copped the minimum
While lookin' at me like what the fuck's gotten into him
They can't get a handle on
The solid foundation me and mines is standin' on
Bringin' it live with no disguise or camoflauge
Dropped the yo-yo and stopped niggas from puttin' sandles on
We handle ours from bookin' the rhyme management
Killin' the wack and now you a prime candidate
For your weak shit that makes the crowd stand inanimate
But at our shows, they stand adamant
Tay got the corner blitz on, got your quarterback scramblin'
Checkin' the sidelines to see just what the fuck is happenin'
You wanna get my playbook and examine it
Connected, 12.99 plus shippin' and handlin', nigga (check it out)
Everybody wanna walk like, talk like
Fuck around, get etched out in chalk like
Down South, homeboy, we do it all night
Now tell me what you really know about this raw life
Everybody gonna walk, like talk like
Fuck around, get etched out in chalk like
Down South, baby boy, we do it all night
Now tell me what you really know about this raw life
Lame cats, I'm done with you
From Joe Scudda, Mr. Shoot the One with you
Get it in with you, forget you
Put your little album out, who really cares what your shit do? (Not me)
Fall off in a year, who gon' miss you? (Not me)
While everything Tay and Scudda do is official (yeah)
And when you gon' learn? Play with fire, get burned
Settle down, kiddo, wait your fuckin' turn
Go back to the lab, get your rhymes right (uh-huh)
And don't be mad because we juxed your limelight (you know)
Got your own team, sayin' our shit bang
Over here, over there, that's The Foreign Exchange
Ain't nothin' you could pull, try, do or fuckin' say (no)
With cats rippin' overseas tracks by Nicolay (yeah)
This shit gon' blow, I'll tell you how this shit'll go
With Joe Scudda and Tigallo the rap gigolo (uh, check it out, oh)
Everybody wanna walk like, talk like
Fuck around, get etched out in chalk like
Down South, homeboy, we do it all night
Now tell me what you really know about this raw life
Everybody gonna walk like, talk like
Fuck around, get etched out in chalk like
Down South, baby boy, we do it all night
Now tell me what you really know about this raw life
Now tell me what you really know about this raw life
Now tell me what you really know about this raw life
Now tell me what you really know about this raw life
Now tell me what you-
I feel a sense of urgency when I write now
I'm rap's Scotty Appleton, you New Jack niggas should pipe down
Mesh rhymes to beats, deliver my life sounds
That got these A&R's tryin' to figure the price out
Anything less than six, niggas, it's lights out (fuck outta here)
Don't try to make me feel like I need you (come on)
I saw your latest signing at an in-store
The whole shit was see-through
He couldn't draw a crowd with a paintbrush and an easel
Stay tuned for the sequel
And if we meet in public, won't be none of that PC shit like nice to meet you
I spit with no prejudice
Thought kissin' ass was in my bloodtype, O-negative
You can bet, it's a style that's embedded in the streets
It's a prime factor, puttin' the smash on y'all like middle linebackers (come on)
Nigga, save your back talk for the chiropractor
You fuckers know just what I'm after (check it out now, come on, man)
Everybody wanna walk like, talk like
Fuck around, get etched out in chalk like
Down South, homeboy, we do it all night
Now tell me what you really know about this raw life
Everybody gonna walk like, talk like
Fuck around, get etched out in chalk like
Down South, baby boy, we do it all night
Now tell me what you really know about this raw life
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The most magnificent
Who speaks the omnipotent?
For the rhyme literate
Complicate 20 sentences
I got enough bread to last my life
Fuck your figures if your whole style right
You can't get mine if I rock the mic
Leave the love of the pack tonight
When you try to set it up, a nigga set it up
'Cause he wants to talk and he wants to talk
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