Raw Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: Madlib, Talib Kweli, Madlib & Talib Kweli] Uh, feel it (Yeah, yeah) Check it now What'd you say? Feel it Come on Come on Co-come on, co-come on Recognize, uh (Kweli) Yeah, Jaylib collab, yo, yo (Yeah, yeah, turn me up) Yes, yes [Chorus: Talib Kweli] Now everybody (Yeah) Just gather around (Come on, Come on) What we want to do is (What? What?) Just get on down (Yeah, nigga, shit) I like my sound raw (Right) I know you do too (Yeah) On the down low (Yo) I'm fuckin' witchu [Post hook: Talib Kweli] Now everybody say, I love (I love) That raw shit (That raw shit) I like it (I like it) I love it (I love it) Say, I love (I love) That raw shit (That raw shit) I like it (I like it) I love it (I love it) Here we go [Verse 1: Madlib, Talib Kweli, Madlib & Talib Kweli] It's J-A-Y-L-I-B, Dilla Dawg Hold the track, hold the backs like ya backs amongst the raps Hold the mac (So, what's your role in this music?) Man, the same questions, "I'm just trying to create new composition" To innovate, the reinstate, a paperweight, to renovate Techniplate, to integrate and playa hate, lay your fate We keep it live, when we roll, 'cause we cold, coming in stereo On the phone, get the hoe, everywhere we go And if not, nigga, please, on your mom Trigger squeeze, on your knees, while I pop one of these Like, no dose, or coke up in ya nose Or weed up in ya lungs orr heroin in your veins You know I'm sober just by saying the name It's all up in, all up in this game So, what up ma? You coming with me? (It's the J-A-Y-L-I-B) [Chorus: Talib Kweli] Now everybody Let's gather around 'Cause all we want to do is Just get on down now I like my sound raw I know you do too 'Cause on the down low I'm fuckin' witchu [Verse 2: Talib Kweli, Madlib, Talib Kweli & Madlib] From the front to tha back, people jump to tha track 'Cause they pumpin' like crack, 'cause it's funk in the back 'Cause the trunk gettin' track, jump off, run back Come back, 'cause they like that raw shit, they want that Jump back when I kiss myself like James Brown Got to lay down, it's not the same sound It's not the playground, we hot to spray around Shot the plane down, got the place around (Yeah) You held hostage, two is get down shit Jay Dee, Madlib—who I get down with Sounds sicker then cheap vodka and brown liquor Put it down when I get around, my out of town nigga [Chorus: Talib Kweli] Now everybody Let's gather around 'Cause all we want to do is Just get on down I like my sound raw I know you do too 'Cause on the down low I'm fuckin' witchu [Outro: Madlib] Yeah Dilla, Mad, Kweli "Turn the music up"