Derek McKeith - Everything Raw!

I got a thousand degrees
For a hundred emcees
Take your wack raps
Patch them holes in your Swiss cheese

Wack rappers run the radio
Suckers never play me
So I Django the slavery

Bravehearted soldier
Representing the culture
A poisonous carcass for industry vultures
Low standards giving cancer to the art
I got a bone to pick
True Grit
5 O'clock shadows and pistol grips for the hood
And it's all good
My crew is like I wish you would
Step to the stage
That be the way you make the front page
Get sprayed
And terminated
I Mr. 80's bringing it back
22 is the Track
Mr. 80's ka Midlife Crisis
Christ is Jesus
He's just the nicest
Smiles, and keeps the girls like spices

And the beat goes on
Been flowing so long
I keep it going til the break of dawn
This song
Make your Rae Dawn Chong
Drop her thong, and keep the party rocking
Without stopping

I'm an E.M.C.E.E
I'm what you want to be
Four finger rings
Fresh fade
To my fat gold chain
Hip Hop made me do it
Too much BDK and Rakim
Raw Fluid
What's Up!

Written by:
Derek McKeith

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