RAW (Backwards) [feat. Zacari]

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers

What's happenin'? Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip

I'm mashin' across the masses, my movement massive

I'm low key, like a locksmith workin' on both knees

You nosy, wire tap vans, got fur where my toes be

I'm cozy, act like you know me

Wicked as Aleister Crowley, I just might OD

Overly dedicated just like my homie

Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy

Doin' whatever I please, it's like, fuck your feelings

Man, I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings

What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole

I'm levitatin', way too crazy

Way too wavy for your sandcastle

Ay, man, what's happenin'? Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip

I'm mashin' across the masses, my movement massive

The backwoods with the gas in it

You roll the raw, I spell it backwards

Throw that wack shit up in the trashcan

We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more

No more

No more, no more

No more, no more

I'm goin' loco, this **** solo

Back in this ho though

Oh, no, you watchin' Hulu, I run the show though

Is it music? Voodoo? I don't know

But don't confuse me with D'Angelo, I'm the angel though

Spooky, hope your army got lots of armor

'Cause we don't die, we just multiply, divide, and conquer

Remember when the battle mongers called me a reject

Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect

Now I walk through C-A-Rson like I'm a hero

Steps ahead and stackin' bread up, speakin' of heroes

4-7 shit, fuck it, fly to the beast coast

Just to sag down Troy Ave, quotin' King Steelo

Pass the pot, let me skillet

The temperature is scaldin', the novices make me nauseous

Was like a swami Jay electronica until he figured

Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli

I told Kenny, keep quiet, I'ma get him

We don't need dirt on your hands, gettin' the key to the city

You feel me? Hurts when you're OG

Who's supposed to be a G-O-D

Is standin' next to King Kunta, feelin' like Toby

Yeah, Moose, what I gotta do, boy?

I'm just waitin' on your cue to take him to school, boy

Yeah, but fuck all this wordplay

Top, tell these fuckin' stooges I'm dangerous, keep away

RAW backwards on all you rappers (Mayday)

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers (Soul)

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers

Ay, man, what's happenin'? Another baptism by Pastor Black Lip

I'm mashin' across the masses, my movement massive

The backwoods with the gas in it

You roll the raw, I spell it backwards

Throw that wack shit up in the trashcan

We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more

No more

No more, no more

No more, no more

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers

RAW backwards on all you rappers

(I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch)

RAW backwards on all you rappers

(I need Alia Zin)

RAW backwards on all you rappers

(To read Genesis)

RAW backwards on all you rappers

'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites about that fuckin' life

You fuckin' right, I need to stand up for my fuckin' rights

Out of sight, out of mind, still leave insight in your brain

Got your synapses doin' jumpin jacks and all kind of things

I mean, check my subject range

Agartha, dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's

Revelations reiterated, this revolutionary

Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps

'Cause the truth is scary (Do what thou wilt)

I'm not talented, I'm skilled (I'm the darkest knight)

With the shiniest shield

Would've attended a university, but it was silly to me

Because the whole universe is just a city to me