The Foreign Exchange - Raw LifesLyrics

Rock to the rhythm, back and forth like a pendulum Swingin' to the beat, competition don't mention 'em A full course emcee, y'all just continental Posted at the bar, but you only copped the minimum While lookin' at me like what the fuck's gotten into him They can't get a handle on the solid foundation me and mines is standin' on Bringin' it live with no disguise or camoflauge Dropped "The Yo-Yo" and stopped niggaz from puttin' sandles on We handle ours from bookin' the rhyme management, killin' the wack and now You a prime candidate for the weak shit that make the crowd stand inanimate But at our shows they stand adamant 'Te got the corner blitz on got your quarterback scramblin' Checkin' the sidelines to see just what the fuck is happenin' You wanna get my playbook and examine it Connected - $12.99 plus shippin' and handlin', nigga! [Chorus: x2] Check it out Everybody wanna walk like talk like Fuck around get etched out in chalk like Down south, homeboy, we do it all night Tell me what you really know about this raw life Yo, cats I'm done with you From Joe Scudda, miss and shoot the one with you Get it in with you, forget you Put your little album out Who really cares what your shit do (Not me) Fall off in a year who gonna miss you (Not me) While everything 'Te and Scudda do is official And when you gonna learn, play with fire get burned Settle down, kiddo, wait your fuckin' turn Go back to the lab, get your rhymes right And don't be mad because we juxed your limelight Got your own team sayin' our shit bang Over here, over there, that's The Foreign Exchange Ain't nothin' you can pull, try, do, or fuckin' say With cats rippin' over-seas tracks by Nicolay This shit gon' blow, I'll tell you how the shit'll go With Joe Scudda and Tiggalo the Rap Gigolo [Chorus] I feel a sense of urgency when I write now I'm rap Scottie Appleton, you new jack niggaz should pipe down Meshed rhymes and beats deliver my life sounds That got these A&R's tryin' to figure the price out Anything less than six, niggaz, it's lights out Don't try to make me feel like I need you I saw you later signin' ? The whole shit was see through He couldn't draw a crowd with a paintbrush and a easle Stay tuned for the sequel And if we meet in public, won't be none of that PC shit like nice to meet you I spit with no prejudice Thought kissin' ass was in my bloodtype, Oh (O) negative You can bet, it's a style that's embedded in the streets It's a prime factor, puttin' the smash on y'all like middle linebackers Nigga, save your back talk for the chiropractor You fuckers know just what I'm after [Chorus]