Kettama Raw Cuts Lyrics

Kettama Raw Cuts Lyrics

Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is comin' through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns

So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin' contestin'
You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin' niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
With the drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin'

Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin' niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
With the drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin'
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin' niggaz like a eighteen wheeler

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
You might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is comin' through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin' contestin'
You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection

Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
You might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Is comin' through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns

So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin' contestin'
You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk


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