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A Capaccio - Raw Lyrics

Verse 1: Y2A
Burn the herb and purge these nerds
Off the face of the earth, wastin'em first like murder at birth Victory taste sweet, this'll taste worse
Immaculate like the virgin birth, spectacular verse
Act hard, it's an act though, no bars, you wack though
Drop bars and mad flows, hot cars and mad dough
My bitch just got ass, you an asshole
Fuck bars! Bitch I turn a star to a black hole
Illuminescent
My music is never listened to like it's muted isn't it? Futuristic
Snitches get the plug, reminiscent
Of the bitches that show me love, cute and got cupid instincts
Chicks lust cuz of the broken arrow
Stuck in they gut, way I hit a slut with a bow and arrow
Uh, this is the 15th bar
Tag Timothy Biggins he got 16 more

Hook: Y2A
This is raw, this is rap, this is real, this is trap
This is ill, you get smacked, this is what you lack
This ain't pop music, you still rock to it
This is REAL HIP HOP, you get popped and killed to it (Blaow)
This is raw, this is rap, this is real, this is trap
This is ill, you get smacked, this is what you lack
This ain't pop music, you still rock to it
This is REAL HIP HOP, you get popped and killed to it (Blaow)
Verse 2: Timothy Biggins
Uh... Bout to kick you in your teeth
Aggressive rap, front to back they all on they feet
Raw and conceited, I'm often the meanest
I like to sting things though it's fuck, the Polices
Crumble to pieces, fall apart quickly
I don't give a fuck if you bumpin’ like Whitney
Or poppin’ like Bobby, my flow is ungodly
Red octagons on your block couldn't stop me
Yo.. I'm running right through'em
Allow me to spotlight the light work you doin’
The burdens I shoulder are hardly congruent
10 in the trenches, you still up in bed shit
Fuck is you doin’? 'Sides live with regrets
S'why I'm bout to walk out that door with your bitch
I got'em in stitches, laughin’ with women
While you crankin’ shaft like you got a condition

Hook: Y2A
This is raw, this is rap, this is real, this is trap
This is ill, you get smacked, this is what you lack
This ain't pop music, you still rock to it
This is REAL HIP HOP, you get popped and killed to it (Blaow)
This is raw, this is rap, this is real, this is trap
This is ill, you get smacked, this is what you lack
This ain't pop music, you still rock to it
This is REAL HIP HOP, you get popped and killed to it