Them say I rap too tough
I'm seeing cowards in the booth
Them making fortunes off of lies
I live and die with the truth
Come on
Tuck tails, duck shells, bowswer's goons
Them cocaine sales 'scaped from a powder room
Rap about the trap never close to a snare
My eyes on the cross got em in the cross hairs
Freedom don't come without the cracks of the mag
You get what you get with retweets and hashtags
This dumb shit went pop like water on the grease
These rappers ain't bosses they more a ponzi piece
I try to stay within God's reach
But the arm of the law wanna compete
Fresh food clean water
Raise son's protect daughters
I wonder if these niggas act as agents for our slaughter
Sing a song
Sing a song
For the streets
Autotune ya vocals while you singin to police
And if I went that route would Ra beg for more
He asked for another album
Say no more
These young lions watching me
They studying the roar
My pride is all I got
Revolutionary shots
I don't know thots
Keep that talk off my lot
Or get you and your label heads popped
Don't stop keep it moving
I'm way past what you're pursuing
Degrade your fam for 30,000 units
That's stupid
Dogg sent me the loop
Now he orchestrate the movement
From the DIRRT came to form a Siefuvian so do it
Ra Ra Ra
Till my dungeon baby stops crying
I see my influence still shining
See we gon' save we
I gotta make the men
That these men made me
I'm linking with the people
While you linking with the blogs
I rage against the machine
My nigga, you a cog
See I am not y'all
Not down for ya cause
Jafrican lion in the grass camouflaged
You rap for double taps or vaginal applause
The game got you and ya dogs declawed
These rappers just a joke
Satisfied with looking good broke
Cochran mocked ya voice
Got you hustled out ya votes
Played for pawns
Keep them signs off my lawn
Sad to see you sell ya soul just to belong
Last song
Then the party after the show
I wonder what the people'll say if we don't go
Hip Hop will never fade away
As long as these kids got something to say
Something to say
Something to say
You gotta give them something to say
Something to say
You gotta give them something to say
James Crow - Ra's Rap Lyrics
James Crow - Ra's Rap Lyrics
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Them say I rap too tough
I'm seeing cowards in the booth
Them making fortunes off of lies
I live and die with the truth
Come on
Tuck tails, duck shells, bowswer's goons
Them cocaine sales 'scaped from a powder room
Rap about the trap never close to a snare
My eyes on the cross got em in the cross hairs
Freedom don't come without the cracks of the mag
You get what you get with retweets and hashtags
This dumb shit went pop like water on the grease
These rappers ain't bosses they more a ponzi piece
I try to stay within God's reach
But the arm of the law wanna compete
Fresh food clean water
Raise son's protect daughters
I wonder if these niggas act as agents for our slaughter
Sing a song
Sing a song
For the streets
Autotune ya vocals while you singin to police
And if I went that route would Ra beg for more
He asked for another album
Say no more
These young lions watching me
They studying the roar
My pride is all I got
Revolutionary shots
I don't know thots
Keep that talk off my lot
Or get you and your label heads popped
Don't stop keep it moving
I'm way past what you're pursuing
Degrade your fam for 30,000 units
That's stupid
Dogg sent me the loop
Now he orchestrate the movement
From the DIRRT came to form a Siefuvian so do it
Ra Ra Ra
Till my dungeon baby stops crying
I see my influence still shining
See we gon' save we
I gotta make the men
That these men made me
I'm linking with the people
While you linking with the blogs
I rage against the machine
My nigga, you a cog
See I am not y'all
Not down for ya cause
Jafrican lion in the grass camouflaged
You rap for double taps or vaginal applause
The game got you and ya dogs declawed
These rappers just a joke
Satisfied with looking good broke
Cochran mocked ya voice
Got you hustled out ya votes
Played for pawns
Keep them signs off my lawn
Sad to see you sell ya soul just to belong
Last song
Then the party after the show
I wonder what the people'll say if we don't go
Hip Hop will never fade away
As long as these kids got something to say
Something to say
Something to say
You gotta give them something to say
Something to say
You gotta give them something to say
I'm seeing cowards in the booth
Them making fortunes off of lies
I live and die with the truth
Come on
Tuck tails, duck shells, bowswer's goons
Them cocaine sales 'scaped from a powder room
Rap about the trap never close to a snare
My eyes on the cross got em in the cross hairs
Freedom don't come without the cracks of the mag
You get what you get with retweets and hashtags
This dumb shit went pop like water on the grease
These rappers ain't bosses they more a ponzi piece
I try to stay within God's reach
But the arm of the law wanna compete
Fresh food clean water
Raise son's protect daughters
I wonder if these niggas act as agents for our slaughter
Sing a song
Sing a song
For the streets
Autotune ya vocals while you singin to police
And if I went that route would Ra beg for more
He asked for another album
Say no more
These young lions watching me
They studying the roar
My pride is all I got
Revolutionary shots
I don't know thots
Keep that talk off my lot
Or get you and your label heads popped
Don't stop keep it moving
I'm way past what you're pursuing
Degrade your fam for 30,000 units
That's stupid
Dogg sent me the loop
Now he orchestrate the movement
From the DIRRT came to form a Siefuvian so do it
Ra Ra Ra
Till my dungeon baby stops crying
I see my influence still shining
See we gon' save we
I gotta make the men
That these men made me
I'm linking with the people
While you linking with the blogs
I rage against the machine
My nigga, you a cog
See I am not y'all
Not down for ya cause
Jafrican lion in the grass camouflaged
You rap for double taps or vaginal applause
The game got you and ya dogs declawed
These rappers just a joke
Satisfied with looking good broke
Cochran mocked ya voice
Got you hustled out ya votes
Played for pawns
Keep them signs off my lawn
Sad to see you sell ya soul just to belong
Last song
Then the party after the show
I wonder what the people'll say if we don't go
Hip Hop will never fade away
As long as these kids got something to say
Something to say
Something to say
You gotta give them something to say
Something to say
You gotta give them something to say
Writer: Herbert Brown II
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