[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]
Sick spit, condemn 'em
Ravishing lateral moment to get 'em
I'm giving 'em (Raw Talk!)
Check my raw talk, I nitpick
Ya nimwit, ya bitch lips on rib tips
Better get equipped, on crown lit, I pound hips
Her legs spread I'm in the midst, the back dip
For real, you's a sucka n***a hating on mine, I ain't lying
I be laughing at you n***as half the time
Half of you n***as is mad 'cause I'm successful at rhyme
Other half 'cause your bitches want me she fuzzy inside (Raw Talk!)
Suddenly get to speaking, I'm hanging 'round and I'm creepin'
You n***as blinking, I leave your head leaking (Raw Talk!)
Mothafuckas gonna rep me, I'm letting this getting
A little bit upsetting, don't you ever disrespect me (Raw Talk!)

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
[Verse 2: SwizZz]
See I'm a raw little n***a, triple Z
Too cold to be unthawed, a hundred degrees
Below zero, I'm in the booth wearing my winter fleece
Long sleeves and ski boots strapped on my funky feet
Every day is the same (What?)
The same n***as that overlooked you surprisingly want a piece of the fame
They need a drop or a shotout for me to mention they name
Acting like groupies wantin' autographs and shit they can frame
But fuck it!
That's what I'm here for, I'm speaking it raw and paving a lane
I hopped on a flight to St. Louis to link up with Stevie
And fiss 'em to do it them thang
I let my nuts hang like a family photo
Yelling "Himmi Hyme", word to the snake and bat logo

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
[Verse 3: Hopsin]
I'm raw, vicious, and immature
And I've tried to come off humble but it didn't work
My attitude can get me under your bitch's skirt
If you wanna be able to make it pop like Hop then n***a you better listen first
Take a couple notes, look:
I ain't bringing up names no more
And I ain't finna kill it with the same old flow
Bang on my motherfucking head while I'm praying to God because I really hope a halo grow
Okay now, don't play 'round, wack MCs better go lay down
I'm trapped in a world that I don't wanna be in but I know that there's no way out
I'll take n***as back to the 90s
The west coast is where you'll happen to find me
I hear n***as up on the radio, I'm like what happened to rapping and rhyming? (Shit who knows?)
Not me, fakeness up in every n***a I see
I touch a new soul every time I preach
King of the new era I be

[Chorus: Stevie Stone]
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table
We coming, raw talking
Sorry your bitches flocking
Spit real shit, I'm an a-hole
Got a problem with me? Put it on the table