Immortal Technique - Keepin' It Raw lyrics

[Intro] "How can we be sure of anything?" – [?] [Immortal Technique] Keepin' it raw (x5) [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, shut the f** up. My life like a photo shoot Superman style—switch clothes in a phone booth So loose, James Bond-proof with a gold tooth Showing truth, how to move loot in a warzone [?] Like wanton, without chips like Bon Ton Blow your face up calm, smack you with bomb palms Be explosive—Independence Day rewind God on stage—wise man C-Rayz shine f** your line-up—get slain, you plain piece of brain You a rookie thirst to bust, but you can't aim Now we move frames like museums with big names Get slain on the D-Train, disclaim your fame Denounce your name, sell your soul like that chain It's rain for you thirsty birds—eat my words I slurred some of the illest verbs on these curbs Clutz swerve on the verge—now, the power to splurge and make 'em merge [Hook] (x4) Keepin' it raw "Wanted by the law for..." - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta's "Verbal Glock" [Verse 2: Immortal Technique] I'm the reason that the rest of your life is obsolete Muthaf**a, I'll wave my hand and lift you off of your feet Hold you above the city and drop you onto the street Elevate your dead body and watch history repeat As I drop you from the stratosphere back to the concrete Them I'mma send a psychic probe to bomb your fleet And psychologically reconstruct all of your peeps I'm like the Bodysnatchers, muthaf**a—you shouldn't sleep I penetrate deep with murderous tactics I'm raw like AIDS patients that are s**ually active You don't tell the people that they f** what they contracted I'll smack the top of your head and leave your body compacted I impact the earth, causing worldwide emergency You couldn't Face-Off with me during plastic surgery I don't need to destroy you with the communist insurgency I'll just look at you and leave you "Bleeding Internally" [Hook] (x6) Keepin' it raw "Wanted by the law for..." - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta's "Verbal Glock" [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] Immortal Technique and C-Rayz, two dark men That use a mic to spark men like Phil Hartman At point black or miles away like the greatest marksman When the devil takes a human form, then I stomp men From Chicago to Compton, New York to Boston (Boston) Hitting automatically Don't make me get on some record-label mentality And start pimpin' every single member of your family [Bridge] "Wanted by the law" - Reek Geez from Da Youngsta's "Verbal Glock" "Y'all got some last words" - [?] "f** all y'all" - [?] [Verse 4: C-Rayz Walz] Son of a gun on punishment—my father was a strict 9 Spooked by the Tales of the Cryptkeeper inside Opposite of MLK—I'm a violent brother Slash your girl's best friend—call me "Diamond Cutter" I freestyle like runaway slave olympics Abstract regular, complex simplistics Throwing stones at tanks—I rock heavy metal Battle me, boy. I wish you would/wood like Geppetto I'm fully dressed bu*t-naked, authentically faking Earthquake-shaking like my wife's vibrations WIndstorms hit like uncertain arrivals of [lizards?] I stand close to walls like number four to blizzards I smoke gats, save 'em to puff later. Gun clips Sun spits with tremendous force like tongue bricks Drop hot sh** like addicts of Tabasco and cajun C-Rayz, Stronghold plague won blazing! [Outro] [Immortal Technique] Keepin' it raw (x2)