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the infamous raw b aka mr sletner - go lyrics

“go!”
written, produced and recorded by robert sletner
for fly by night productions

+verse 1+
i got a baseball bat, for those that wanna battle rap and a six pack of whoop ass, think you can handle that? smashin’ fantastic, leaving you flat. no time to dip fast, you’re trapped, just relax
antic+p+te premeditated attack, over sick tracks. i spit facts, banging on wax
no matter how many times you play it back
this sh+t adds up quick like remedial math
i can adapt and assimilate disaster, phony, fraudulent fakers
get caught up in my rapture
abracadabra, dummy. call me raw b potter
cause i got a magic wand i want to put inside your daughter
and her momma, man i hope she brought a condom
for your sistеr, never figured nakеd twister was a problem
or uncommon, darn, i’m falling off topic and going bonkers
talking nonsense. i’m a mothertruckin’ monster
nonstop party rocker, probably hotter
than your mama’s thermometer reads rectally
ooh, unexpectedly, either you got a fever or you steamin’ mad schemin’
cause i infiltrate your ears and leave ‘em numb and full of s+m+n
easy does it, but i prefer it rough
and i’ma give it to you till i’m sure you’ve had enough
fill a cup and chug it, hit the stage and react
when i got the mic in my hand ain’t nothin’ holdin’ me back
+chorus+
r+a+w
this a lyrical combat gentlemen, hold ya pistols
hey hey, hit it!
red light, yellow light, green light, go!

+2nd verse+
true facts. my twisted syntax is unmatched
splatter ya b+st+rd wack cats with chapped lips
you talking awful big sh+t for a kid
who wasn’t given the gift or the sk!ll to spit swift
i rip it intricate, written lyrical viciousness
wicked, ridiculous kicking rhythmic magnificence
here in the kitchen i whisk it and mix it vigorous
full of nutrition. i deliver deliciousness
every time i rhyme. it’s like a tiny slice of heaven
and a kansas city shuffle, bet on lucky number sleven
doing damage, scr+w+ng all imagination, single handed
glad it finally all worked out the way i planned it
a perfect balance of massive amounts of talent
and countless hours of living out loud with absolute power
i doubt you cowards around me would last an hour
without sounding r+t+rded enticing me to devour
you’re far from hardly an artist and more like less than impressive
evidently, ineptitude is all you were blessed with
the truth more often than not is oddly depressive
especially when the question of consequences presented
leads to the ending of friendships you never would’ve expected
could’ve intended a more intensive inspection
instead of trying to hide behind the lies and deception
you spread it rapidly and medicine won’t stop the infection
+chorus+
r+a+w
this a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold ya pistols
hey, hey, hit it!
red light, yellow light, green light go!

- the infamous raw b aka mr sletner lyrics

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