This is a song about "Raw sacks"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Its raw feelings and emotions

It takes a nation of millions, public enemy would spit it raw,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Hiding reggie sacks in your socks

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Hit the deli on the corner and get a package of raw

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Y’all baptist cheats and catholic priests had to be raw,

And hardcore raw metaphors so get drawn

December 4th a star was born

Lame frees? nah... im just spitting it raw

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