Lyrics Raw - Mic Flo

The worlds crazy, I live next to the squirrel lady
And people worship Kardashians "Them girls crazy!"
It's sickening, got me wanting to hurl daily
But I just chill sipping earl grey tea
I'm tired of rich rappers saying "The world hates me"
I mean have you looked out in the world lately
Nothing matter less than our opinion of your dominion
Lyrically you're a pigeon, lyrically I'm a pinion
See I'm a mastermind and my rhymes are minions
Bringing flavor like Gaynell's chitlins
Or like a restaurant with the Michelins
Days I see admissions, at night I speak admissions
Of replete wisdom over on-E's beat inventions
I beat dementia with on beat retention
We don't fit within discrete dimensions
Because we keep it raw with unclean intentions

Raw
Like that bomb sushi from Kabuki
Raw
Just like that steak tartare
You know it's raw
Like that high quality prosciutto
Raw
My new flow, they call it crudo
Raw

Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw

It's the lyrical Top Chef spit heat no hot breath
"He's an MD & MC?" it's not gossip. It's boss s
They're wack like R. Kelly in the closet
Should have stayed in there or vanished into thin air
i'm raw like fat skin under skin tight swimwear
Pause it. Can't get that image from your mind
Like that brutal injury that's replayed the billionth time
I rep Hustletown and my style is trill defined
So I don't care about your paint and how your wheels designed
"Where ya bars at?" I spit Star Wars over star tracks
They drive foreign cars but need to check they car fax
My flow, Pittsburgh rare, char that
High heat for the sear, fly beat for ya ear
Rhyme sheet no veneer, my treat of your year
Enjoy like ceviche on a beach day
It's Fleezay with that raw flavor you appreciate

Raw
Like that bomb sushi from Kabuki
Raw
Just like that steak tartare
You know it's raw
Like that high quality prosciutto
Raw
My new flow, they call it crudo
Raw

Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw
Raw, raw, raw, raw