Lyric Raw Life
feat. Joe Scudda
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Rock to the rhythm, back and forth like a pendulum
Swingin to the beat, competition don t mention em
A full course emcee, y all just continental
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 niggaz from puttin sandles on
We handle ours from bookin the rhyme management, killin the wack and now
You a prime candidate for the weak shit that make the crowd stand inanimate
But at our shows they stand adamant
Te 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!
[Chorus]
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
Tell me what you really know about this raw life
[repeat]
[Verse 2: Joe Scudda]
Yo, cats I m done with you
From Joe Scudda, miss and 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 gonna miss you (Not me)
While everything Te and Scudda do is official
And when you gonna learn, play with fire get burned
Settle down, kiddo, wait your fuckin turn
Go back to the lab, get your rhymes right
And don t be mad because we juxed your limelight
Got your own team sayin our shit bang
Over here, over there, that s The Foreign Exchange
Ain t nothin you can pull, try, do, or fuckin say
With cats rippin over-seas tracks by Nicolay
This shit gon blow, I ll tell you how the shit ll go
With Joe Scudda and Tiggalo the Rap Gigolo
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Phonte]
I feel a sense of urgency when I write now
I m rap Scottie Appleton, you new jack niggaz should pipe down
Meshed rhymes and beats deliver my life sounds
That got these A&R s tryin to figure the price out
Anything less than six, niggaz, it s lights out
Don t try to make me feel like I need you
I saw you later signin ????
The whole shit was see through
He couldn t draw a crowd with a paintbrush and a easle
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, Oh (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
Nigga, save your back talk for the chiropractor
You fuckers know just what I m after
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Rock to the rhythm, back and forth like a pendulum
Swingin to the beat, competition don t mention em
A full course emcee, y all just continental
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 niggaz from puttin sandles on
We handle ours from bookin the rhyme management, killin the wack and now
You a prime candidate for the weak shit that make the crowd stand inanimate
But at our shows they stand adamant
Te 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!
[Chorus]
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
Tell me what you really know about this raw life
[repeat]
[Verse 2: Joe Scudda]
Yo, cats I m done with you
From Joe Scudda, miss and 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 gonna miss you (Not me)
While everything Te and Scudda do is official
And when you gonna learn, play with fire get burned
Settle down, kiddo, wait your fuckin turn
Go back to the lab, get your rhymes right
And don t be mad because we juxed your limelight
Got your own team sayin our shit bang
Over here, over there, that s The Foreign Exchange
Ain t nothin you can pull, try, do, or fuckin say
With cats rippin over-seas tracks by Nicolay
This shit gon blow, I ll tell you how the shit ll go
With Joe Scudda and Tiggalo the Rap Gigolo
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Phonte]
I feel a sense of urgency when I write now
I m rap Scottie Appleton, you new jack niggaz should pipe down
Meshed rhymes and beats deliver my life sounds
That got these A&R s tryin to figure the price out
Anything less than six, niggaz, it s lights out
Don t try to make me feel like I need you
I saw you later signin ????
The whole shit was see through
He couldn t draw a crowd with a paintbrush and a easle
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, Oh (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
Nigga, save your back talk for the chiropractor
You fuckers know just what I m after
[Chorus]
