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raw teknik - tetralogy of rap lyrics

tetralogy of rap lyrics – state of rage

intro:
decipher the vision of a n-gga who started spitting, they said am hardcore but am tryna keep it real/this ain’t a cypher, get a mission starting with a t-tle provided you keep it real, you the king of the street/ ain’t got time for the mark of the beast/ i told yall am south south lyricist, a kinda man for the street/ lyrically am capable of raising dead bodies buried in the middle of a cemetary…i’m in a state of rage

verse 1 (beat from big l):
fantasize your lyrics then you gotta pay me cos am seeking justice/ me in person gotta renovate the culture with my verses/ you hear me screaming or cursing everytime am rapping as a form of practice and you caused it/ coz there’s a possibility real n-ggas don’t get the kinda profits that you fake n-ggas are getting/ by cursing or mentioning the things that don’t exist/ to be specific, you talking sh-t and still flipping is terrific/ k!lling lyricism with your ignorance doesn’t mean ish to me but if it is/ am coming back to impeach your -ss but not with police/ hiphop is my wife, i rape it, it doesn’t rape me/ am patiently waiting for my dawgs to infect yall with rabies/ cos lately most of yall are making me to hate it/ this is the tetralogy of rap, 4 n-ggas outta the crowd but came back to form a bada$$/ i took the souls of all the rappers and if you rapping loud, what matters is the word that comes out/ and i sterilize them before they fall out so the infection wouldn’t go round/ no one can exhibit my raw technique/ you shouldn’t be rapping with a poor technique/ everyone will come against me but none can win. ehyo check it…

verse 2 (beat from 2pac):
how many days we gotta wait to get m-th-rf-ckers erased? and take their place/ making a pavement and a way for you to demonstrate, the hiphop culture motivates/ ameliorate the problems and the captivation of the human life at stake/ i’m rapping like the end of days and 2pac needs to get awake/ i dedicate the way am rapping to the human race/ i dominate the hiphop market with a mixtape/ and you can take and p-ss it to the people that you hate or love/ am spitting raw for all the people not abiding by the law/ i shoulda warn you that am coming up to take your spot/ i never lose, i never will; i never curse, i never heal and its a must am gonna win/ take the things that you want from my lyrics and leave the rest to me/ remember i got sk!lls and my name is raw teknik/ i don’t have have 6packs but i remember 2pac’s diss track/ hit ’em up, distract all the ladies in the industry so they can pay me/ life is a rascist, it shows you the blackside couple of pages/ so do some preservations and call teknik a lyricist with no plausible reason cos i insist..

verse 3 (beat from notorious big):
they planning for your funeral, now folding arms and they wondering who shot ya? question of the week when you dropping em pom poms/ but now you spittin sh-t and you saying its for fun/with your sweet beat and soft lyrics just like popcorn/i make and develop the game so call me capcom/ how come i won’t be dope when yall are tobacco? if i can’t smoke then i’ll sell yall like cash-crop/ i’m spreading halitosis so you gon suffer a bad breath but when you highly focus you gon get what you ask next/ and if you wack you gon get a reward for your wackness/ a good spirit makes up the flesh then manifest/… daily composition, you’ve been a broke and a hungry n-gga/ so the fake are wishing that you wouldn’t form a new allegiance/ with the fate of terminating all their past, present and future hall of fame/ what a shame! i still remain a threat in the game/ interesting the way none can impersonate me/ am next to the fame, ooh the ex of a fake/ the first to be great f**king on any kinda beat to get to the first position and become the best in the game/ the only ph n-gga who started spitting not for the figures, getting lyrically iller/ flows longer than benue river/ putting everything i have 85% of these n-ggas can never get in a milli second but they claiming teachers/ combination of their -sses never got me motivated/ dedicated to the m-sses, i’m ent-tled to a fellow/ and i plan to drop the microphone any day i fall-off but till the time comes/ my technique remains raw so i gotta do a big pun…

verse 4: (beat from bigpun)
no dissing but you can get the specifics unto the end/if you listen then you can bend all the wisdom into your head/ a sign of pistol in the air, a revelation to despair but look at me i’m here/ even though it takes me couple of weeks to reveal the secrets of building lyrics that’s efficient like a preaching on the pulpit/ walking on a lowkey pretending to be a rookie to find the route and the truth is what you need to improve/ you get the proof with 2 fingers up, deuces that’s a clue!
am corrosive like acid so all i do is burning -sses/ my advice is deposit some cash before you p-ss me like a taxi stucked in traffic/ i stop the beat to practice, my art of rhyming gotta be elastic/ but i don’t trust it so i p-ssed it/ to capitalize like a club with a captain, taking prosthetic drugs to couple it/ all the missing parts, i packed it and brought it back as the illest tactical lyricist speaking invincible words/ that are meant to be kept in a millitary ward/ or -rs-nal for k!lling rappers/ a prodigy in the industry working for other people like merceneries/ if you write lyrics for people then please teach them delivery/ most of yall lack creativity to spit words efficiently/ this is hiphop, you get p-ssed off, showing a level of hate cos they dissed you?? you brought a pistol, you wanna cause pain but before you claim hiphop and make another wack track/ i’ll give you another bad slap that will sound like a thunder clap.. braaah!!

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