Luyện nghe bài hát RAW (Backwards) (Jay Electronica Diss)

Raw backwards on all you
Raw on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you
Raw on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you
Raw on all you rappers
Raw backwards on all you
Raw on all you rappers

What's happening? baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the
My movement
I'm low-key, a locksmith
Working on both
You nosy, wire tap
Got fur on where my be
I'm
Act you know me
Wicked as Crowley
I just OD
dedicated, just like my homie
Second to none in the place, I need a trophy
Doing whatever I please, it's like fuck feelings
Man I got so many flows, them come with ceilings
my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole
I'm levitating, way too
Way too for your sandcastle
Ay man what's happening? baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing the masses
My massive
The with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it
that wack shit up in the trash can

We don't wanna hear wack shit no more
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm loco
nigga Soulo back in this hoe though
Oh no you Hulu, I run the show tho
Is it music? I don't know
But don't confuse me with
I'm the of
Spooky, your army got lots of armor
Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and
Remember when the mongers called me a reject
I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect
Now I walk C-A-R-son like I'm a hero
Steps ahead and stacking up, speaking of heroes
47 shit, it, fly to the beast coast
Just to sag Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo
Pass the pot, let me it
The is scalding
The make me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay until he
Figured Dizzle wouldn't admit he would body him for a milli
I told keep quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me
Hurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a
Is standing next to King Kunta like Toby
what I gotta do boy?
I'm just waiting on your cue to him to school boy!
Fuck all this
Top, tell these stooges I'm dangerous, keep away!

Ay man what's Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing the masses
My massive
The backwoods the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it
Throw that shit up in the trash can

We don't hear that wack shit no more
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Zin
To Genesis
'Cause this one for my Thelemites
About that fucking
You right, I need to
up for my fucking rights
Out of sight, out of
Still insight in your brain
Got synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things
I mean check my subject
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, talk, Benihana, PF Chang's
reiterated
This
Shit you that gives you goosebumps
'Cause the is scary
Do Thou Wilt
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the darkest knight, the shiniest shield
Would've to university, but it was silly to me
Because the whole universe is just a to me