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c-raw - who's rhyming lyrics

intro

uh come on yea c-raw uh late g-city to wolves town yea c.i.n yo

verse 1 c-raw
your rocking with a lover of this art/ put your ears to the speaker descover that am smart/a brother who play his part well/
chicks love me like am kartel/ voice distinguished like a bad smell/tryna clock doh like a car sell/ mind set like i can’t fail/
if you dont get me on the phone hit me on the hotmail/my schedules known i pedal ya dome/ya all in a zone/ each medal i own i really earned it/the mic’s on fire i really burn’t it/each rhyme in my books perfect/the tabel i took and turn’t it/
so gimme the loot like biggie’s first sh-t/the beats sick so i nursed it/if its ebonics i really merked it/ keeping my promise
to keep it trill/if its beef turn up the grill/ i never say i’ll be there and not show i turn up for real

hook
scratch 1 and if you did’nt know who’s rhyming ( craig mack flava in ya ear) x2
scratch 2 allow me to introduce myself ( jay- z public announcement )

verse 2

we two brothers with same dream/ make the underground the new mainstream/ the transformations as i daydream/these are pro thoughts/minus the mohawk/ b a from the a -team/now what do they mean/hip hop is dead/ i live this its in ya head like lice/when i switch nomore mr nice/
i do sh-t to spite/would rather rip the mic/than go on bad like kryptonite/ i got sh-t to write/ for my mixtape/ i make moves now sh-ts great/
on a track with late/ from g-city to wolves town/ who’s down demolish an emcee in two rounds/ one to study them one to flurry them/am raps
lloyd honeyghan/ready to run again/the rain has gone here come the sun again/shine like its my duty/ a vet in my ends to the world am a newby

hook

verse 3 late
let me introduce myself they call me late/ born and raised in a council estate/am old school like digging in the crates/ heavyweight/
casette tapes/ cutting dubplates/heavyweight lyrical technician/stepped in this game rago no audition/the first song i ever did i pressed it
up on wax/this ain’t a metaphor am stating the facts/ we kept it underground fam you know the score/ your now rolling with late and c-raw/
still hussling hard rep that uk sound/they say hip hops lost look here its been found/in my black beamer rolling through my section/
these rappers like cut off phones no connection/am like a rolex watch precision timing/ and if you didn’t know its late that’s rhyming

- c raw lyrics

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