Classic Rap

Lyrics

Verse 1: Rich Raw Look, land of the free, home of the brave Voice of the youth, hip hop the throne of the slave They sign us only to confine us and censor our spirits (why they do that) Just to repel then they wonder why tempers is peaked Walk with a swag, talk with aggression never pass it Speak the truth in the booth, giving life to the masses You rappers is actors, straight mythological Cannibalistic but my flow, raw swallow you I ain't finna compromise my creative control Attach a name to a contract selling your soul No not me, I'm a student of the game So Cain has to be labeled one of the top three Can I get a mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 Rich Raw bringing it just for you Can I get a mic check 1, 2, 1, 2 49ers bringing it just for you Yeah Hook: Marchitect & Rich Raw We bringing it back to that classic rap Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence Jas, Tech and Raw, disrespecting the law And if they steppin while we reppin then we checkin em all We bringing it back to that classic rap Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence Raw, Tech and Jas, homie step in the place Hurry up and get a cup and you can get you a taste Verse 2: Jas Mace Who woulda thought three kids from the 302 Would link up and make moves on your crew So while y'all cats on the mic tryna be all threatening I'll make em say Oh No like Yoko and John Lennon So keep attending while nobody remembering your name Just the fact that ya'll was corny and lame It's like I trained under the greats, 49s the truth You writing Superman raps, a different person out the booth Don't make me call the headliners, king of the one liners My man Richard Raw cutting it up with the 49ers Ya'll some minors, too young for these bars Don't make me turn your face red like the one on Mars Tryna hide the scars but these cuts are too deep Tryna hide the love laying low on the creek I ain't asking you to like but you gotta respect it Reminiscing of September 11th the way the boys rep it Hook: Marchitect & Rich Raw We bringing it back to that classic rap Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence Jas, Tech and Raw, disrespecting the law And if they steppin while we reppin then we checkin em all We bringing it back to that classic rap Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence Raw, Tech and Jas, homie step in the place Hurry up and get a cup and you can get you a taste Verse 3: Marchitect I'm an overachiever and I'm a smoker achiever So pass it over to me bro don't warning Emperor Nero Couldn't save you when I stretch your elements down to zero Now that hero that you found to save the game is just a weirdo Dinero like De Niro, get low like Fieros Sierros flying by my tent, enemies came and went But I'm set like a brick in cement I'm about to kick in the fence, expose the chickens and hens Slick with the pen, swift till the end, see with the wickedest lens Take your car now make you kicking the rent Got more bass lines than the NBA And I see fly girls everyday I just walk, stalk and net the prey You just talk, talk and let it get away So check me out, with the CDs pumping Pop the trunk and have the whole street jumping Hook: Marchitect & Rich Raw We bringing it back to that classic rap Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence Jas, Tech and Raw, disrespecting the law And if they steppin while we reppin then we checkin em all We bringing it back to that classic rap Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence Raw, Tech and Jas, homie step in the place Hurry up and get a cup and you can get you a taste