They hear me comin'
They hear me comin' like
Now Im raw son
Lyrics be fun to write
Back then competition it was fun to fight
Mean mug to fix that underbite
Focus on that one device
Shakin up the Wonder dice
How you gon stop this
Enyukay a motor bike
Ridin through a quarter pipe
Gas not sorta dry
Vast not ordini
Orninary knot tie
Vibed out chillin' im relaxed just like a ratsa
See now I can go the distance
Small dreams Drift to broad space
Ina false place Gods face lift
Put this knowledge to a use
Energy of fees
Obscure rules wit a infinitea tease
Cleanin up the mess that someone left behind
Topshelf flip that table see whos next in line

Subtle sounds
Rumble round
Humble from a humble town
Grew supple from the earth came fresh from underground
Wit a topshelf mentality and moreso
Keep it all up like my torso
Figure that life without laughter
Is a life without job 2 thangs
On ya mind but i still thanks not
And bright and sunny days
Help me mediate my mindstate
Clearin up the clouds in blind space
All music takes some time pace

Real talk

And Im Raw Son

Trademarked by enyukay 2013