The Real And The Raw

[Verse 1:]It's clear to me these dudes ain't breathing the same air as meApparently my clarity is bringing fans near to meShow to show severity, don't you know it's wearing meBut I keep grinding on my hopes inherentlyColdest flow in Seven Seas, wrote this soul of seventiesGo for broke, I'm bending kneesHold the hope of friends in needThe hardest working inserting no burdenWill burden the verdict, diverted the vermin and murdered the circuitBiting emcees talk a lot of shitBottle split, hollow tips, model chicks love to swallow dickMe? I don't bother with, barely acknowledge itOnly thing I ever bit? My bottom lip[Chorus][Scratching][Verse 2:]Literally I am the epitome homesAcclaimed critically downloaded digitallyKnown from London to ItalyI slaughter these lamb ass niggas lyrically hypothetically realisticallyThe trees glistening, the cocaine crystallyAnd I am viciously controlling Boston officiallyThey say you Jaysaun? I am I amTwo truths: I don't take the stand, to bare love's handI'm no rat and I don't wear no wiresI rain fire, bitch niggas gotta call me sireYou okay with them punchlinesBut I would devour your whole career in a lunch line at crunchtimeYou just nibble on your rappers, I munch mineYou chew em too long, I eat a bunch at one timeI'm Walter Payton Ricky Williams combinedBlowing weed at the NFL come by to unwindYou the type to be unsigned with hypeFor so long you could've blown but never really quiteDoing it ten years and that shit ain't rightSo I'm cutting off the light, goodnight, it's all over[Verse 3:]It's an automatic slaughter, caught em walking, talking louderNah I caught em, pop n' locked and rocked the noggin out of order, listenBeen dope since the thin rope tied my tummyWrite music for my fans not the pride moneyBuilding the career until the ceiling interfereI breathe out knowledge, put the healing in the airAppealing with the snare [?], noticed internationallyDealing with the fear, haters focusing on passing meTalk a lot of this and that, acting like their pistol clapsActing like aristocrats, fact is that they're missing factsI pen my soul, they spend their doughMy flow's frozen like ten belowThe best in the game, best invest in the nameYes I'm destined for fame, rest get left in the rainBest believe the hype, I'll lead riots till the hopeless can see the light[Chorus]