Raise It Up (Letra)

Slum Village

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Turn it up
New s-v

Chorus: (all)
Raise it up (*6x*)
Raise it up (*8x*)

[jay-dee]
I ain’t about shit
Nope, what me dog
I don’t floss nope
I ain’t that nigga jay dee uh uh
You ain’t never seen me balling out at the bar right?
I don’t rock my ice and bounce foreign cars
And my rover ain’t the hottest rover you ever seen
That ain’t a tv screen
It ain’t sitting on eighteens dog
I aint gaining no green and my chain don’t swing uh
I ain’t doin my thing
I ain’t doin a thing
I ain’t got none of that dough with none of them cars
I ain’t fucked none of them hoes in none of them bars
I don’t smoke weed
I ain’t use to mess with this three’s
I ain’t from the d
No i wasn’t blessed with the beats
I don’t be at the spot swinging my chain like this
Swinging my thing til these motherfuckers bang my shit
I don’t sip ‘mo
I ain’t never popped cris’
This rollie just don’t look right sitting on my wrist huh?
Uh uh wasn’t me
Dip the sean john
Sip the cham’ don
Shit you want some
I don’t hold heat
Naw i ain’t never caught a case
I don’t know what titles to trace
I ain’t as tight as they say
I don’t ball out with my click at all
But i do show niggas how to spit this bar
Flow make the hoes put the dick at y’all
S-v beeyatch, what the fuck you thought?
What

Chorus:(all)

Raise it up (*8x*)
Raise it up (*8x*)

[t3]
Aight, okay, yup it was me
Yes i must admit. it was that nigga t3
Yeah yeah i did it
Okay blame it on me
Yeah i’m that nigga that’s hitting bitches thas overseas
Yes i’m that motherfucker
Hot damn i’m a g
I’m the nigga who rip
I’m the one that emcees
Yeah. i’m that type of nigga talking trash up in your face
Okay it was me. i hit your girl up in your place
Place the bitch on the mat and sprayed the cum up on her face
Tell the chick to participate
She call me everyday
Anyway, i got a crew that always give you what you need
We don’t hold it against you
If your crew ain’t up to speed
See, we be them
We be them niggas s-v
You can do what you gotta do
You will never see three (three)

Chorus:(all)

Raise it up (*4x*)
Raise it up (*8x*)

[baatin]
Maybe it’s that nigga titus
Maybe it’s me
Maybe he’s part of the group (the) s and the v
Maybe my name is rasaul rassi
Maybe i’m christ?
Maybe the sun
The one
Maybe i’m the nigga who pulled the gat first (maybe)
Pointed at the casket and blasted at the hearst
Niggas they front (hard). you just learning to roll the blunt (huh)
Been there (hehe), done that (nana)
I’m on that other shit
Gradually speeding out my body til i fell away
Maybe my crew is like an omen, from the great lake
Maybe i’m the first fish who bit at the bait (bait)
Catching a crab from a bitch on a blind date
Maybe it was titus who paved the way
Maybe it was titus who came to save the day
Maybe you like me. maybe you don’t. you give a fuck (fuck)
Probably with my crew that made you raise it up

Chorus:(all)

Raise it up (*8x*)
Raise it up (*8x*)
Raise it up (*8x*)
Raise it up (*8x*)

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Raise It Up (Letra)

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Intro: kool keith

Yeah… yo don, gimme a little bit of that chicken
That smooth chicken, a little bit of that gravy
And i want some… old hot jazz biscuits
With a little bit of that blues butter
Bring in the snare

Verse one: kool keith

They never understood, many people were so slow
My funky type of rhyme, and my style is pyscho
Complex wrecks wrecks, my style go x x
I move around off beat, creatin more styles
Showin white boys, other kids my black styles
I kick lyrics like shoes right in your face
Walk up on a carjack of spades, pluck the ace
I get slow-er, down in, on in
Flowin like i used to be on critical beatdown
I drop styles on ears the public bite em
Not many went to school, so the dummies wouldn’t write em
They say yo keith, yo kool, you usin big words
I went to college, i’m even more stupid herb
Back on the scene to put a lesson out
Even if i have to pull a black smith and wesson out
I grab a hammer stick a nail in that little crack
Tame the monkey show the hummingbird how to act
I get atomic, hypo-galactical
Word to mom i’m in my own world
Galaxy raised! powerful

Chorus:

Raise it up (8x)

Verse two: ced g

Yo, yo money grip money grip, now this ain’t no ego trip
Yo money grip money grip, now this ain’t no ego trip
Now back in the days and we used to use elevation
And then the people said "what’s up, with ultramagnetic?
Yo they sound kind of crazy, kool keith is a psycho
Ced g is a scientist, the lyrics are hyper"
Creating a fusion, of sampling hits
We all came down just to be distinctive
Some rappers complex, but they can’t see the music
We show orchestration, and with funky prevention
It was different and black, and it caused devestation
Gotta new bag, signed a deal with wild pitch
Now we’re back on the street, with the flavor you missed
So get with the program, ultra hot off your real high
I know i’m a real pro, like michigan fab 5
Runnin and shootin, for me alley-oopin
Is makin an album, with big distribution
Promote it and hype it, make up posters then snipe it
Raise it up!

Chorus

Interlude: announcer

Ladies and gentlemen, live from flatbush brooklyn
I bring to you tonight, the godfather don
From the orphans…
("hit it!")

Verse three: godfather don

Lookin down the barrel of a gun is no fun
So for some, i rum-pum-pum and flip, like a tongue
Of young dragon, with the force and ten sacks of buddah
To wax a crew of jacks and looters, even your hoe i shoot her
In the face, with the mother-uffin bass
Now taste the venom of the ish that i sent em
And foes, that doze, i chew em like gristle
Wipe my mouth with tissue, there’s no issue
I’m first print, mint, check the wizard
The force of my blast, blow em like a tec in a blizzard
Now what is it? exquisite physics to stain your brain
When they visit cardiovascular masterer, words are massacred damn
I got beats rhymes tanks gats includin ultra
Check the loop, snoop low we do ya like a vulture
Back in the days, there was just beef and knuckles
Nowadays, a beatdown consists of some clips
My oowop, rips with abandon at random
Whiff, you be ghost, like michael landon
When i bust amazing nuts you play the cut
The father’s ultra paid, i raise it… up

Chorus: repeat 2x