Intro - Acapella lyrics (State of Rage)
Yall looking at the new millenium of rap/ the golden age is back like 98' and I'm creating the map for the people to pa**/ people claiming hiphop cat and they doing sh** like that? You were supposed to ask "are there things like that? Cos these people just try to act cos they got lotta cars in their houses or down in the park/ I'm tryna fill the gap were the people left in the past/If you rap about cash, you wack! Transact to the last/ antagonize like a pain in the a**/ balderdash, you deserve to get a blast/word to the heart, its a story laid to the path of a man/ To be current is now, historic is past/ You want us to have thoughts of robbing a bank? They tryna tear us apart! Raw Teknik is a n***a that never settles for less/ Nigeria is a country that has been blessed yet people die like pest and others die as a result of stress/ crashing down from the brain to the neck/ and people act against the FED and the authority is taking offence/ We live in a country where some people don't even know the anthem off-hand/ and some are in the government/ I mean prominent positions in the cabinet/ and it means the problems of the economy is not permanent in their planning/And we just lacking the basic ammenities and some people in the communities are dying in penury/ The vision is, what will I do to guarantee the feeding of those outta businesses? Belligerant as the industry is, am still friendly/I ain't compromising my faith to feel trendy cos I know what's at stake seems deadly/ I don't get credit or gain by doing my hobby inspite of practice/thats why I call girls and pray they don't pick or return with flashing/I'm taking lames to the cleaners to do cla**ics/You might be broke to an extent you won't have money to buy soap to take your bath with/ but that doesn't mean you should resort to doing sh** to put on tapes and ca**ettes/ We looking for the right standard to work with, not perverts or so-called rappers with trophies...
Some n***as are like, they don't write, they just hold the mic and freestyle/ so you telling me you don't write your verses right? Wow, that's nice! That's why you sound like it- dumb with a hype and slightly retarded low IQ/ that's why you like me/ I add a touch to your personality like accessories, I come monthly like salaries, you done nothing to be part of me/ My lyrics is a spectrum of possibilities, imperial feelings unlimited to the throne infinitely/ picture this vividly, I ain't got the crown yet but am the lyrical king and competition with me is a preparation for the defeat... I'm flambouyant and present in the absence of peasants and that's the essence my lines are special/and high enough to step on with no regression, wait for a second to get my portion to me in person/ with more dispersion of rapping culture to every colour, white and blue collar workers/ illiterate or scholars/ and pa** across the border, giving one another rap ethics and vocals and even further/ pa**ing it over to the n***as on the internet cos am your server... What is jungle justice when we can't find peace? But potentially materialistic citizens or a skeptic to witness reality, I call em these kids/ cos they leave the best things and chew biscuits/ dimwits get real statistics! I mean misfits should be on a diss list and get dismissed/ Real emcees are endangered species but am a lyricist set to make babies/ they meet the prodigy to make thesis/many Mcs are jumping positions like frogs to get to the peak but this is hiphop and competition with me is a contradiction to win/
A parable I spit proper, birds of a feather flock together but nowadays birds of a feather flog one another but I just remembered the reason not to murder people in definite order cos divided we fall together we conquer...#Peace