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

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

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

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

I'm loco
nigga Soulo back in this hoe though
Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the tho
Is it Voodoo? I don't know
But confuse me with D'Angelo
I'm the of
Spooky, hope army got lots of armor
Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, and conquer
Remember when the mongers called me a reject
'Till I had all this heart and honor, my respect
Now I walk through like I'm a hero
Steps ahead and stacking bread up, of heroes
47 shit, it, fly to the beast coast
Just to sag down Troy Ave. King Steelo
the pot, let me skill it
The is scalding
The make me nauseous
I was like a swami of Jay until he
Figured Dizzle admit that he would body him for a milli
I told Kenny quiet, I'ma get him
We don't need on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me
when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D
Is standing next to King feeling like Toby
Moos I gotta do boy?
I'm waiting on your cue to take him to school boy!
all this wordplay
Top, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, away!

Ay man what's happening? Another by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the
My movement
The with the gas in it
You roll the raw, I spell it
Throw wack shit up in the trash can

We wanna hear that wack shit no more
No
No more, no
No more, no

I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Zin
To read
'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 leave insight in brain
Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all of things
I mean check my range
Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF
Revelations
This
Shit you that gives you goosebumps
the truth is scary
Do What Wilt
I'm not talented, I'm
I'm the darkest knight, the shiniest shield
Would've attended to university, but it was to me
Because the universe is just a city to me