OUTERSPACE - Raw Deal lyrics

rate me

[Girl whining on telephone]

[Chorus: Planetary]

Be careful who you talk to

The places that you walk through

You never know when somebody is creepin', tryin' to hawk you

Better grab your gat too

'cause niggaz will attack you

And blast you, right behind your back

'cause the cash rules

[Crypt the Warchild and Planetary]

Yo

Industry rule number four thousand and eighty:

Record execs are made shady for gravy

Protecting your neck can save you and save me

We step on the set, like fuck you, pay me

Give 'em a chance, and they'll take food from your babies

And stress you out, to drive a grown nigga crazy

Now ain't that crazy? You ain't kiddin', man

They run for cover when the shit really hit the fan

The snakes in the garden, pray on your downfall

Abondon shit, it's hazardous, and they can drown y'all

Exploit your people with a image, they can clown y'all

The voice of evil in your ear, you hear the sound, y'all

[Chorus]

[Planetary]

Yo

Ain't nothin' worse than a sheisty bitch

She'll take cream in your credit, the ice and the whip

Your life and your kids, you're flippin' your lid

Kicked out the crib

A baby on the way, you don't know who's it is

It might be yours, life on pause, nights on tour

You try to call the bitch, but she yappin' the jaw

You feel like smackin' the whore

She contacted the law

Like you never smacked her before

Why she actin' all raw?

[Talking]

[Planetary]

Yo

Just to clarify, I'm Planetary, I terrify

Prepare to die, dawg, but never try

I am the next millenium rapper

Got you trembelin' after the shots blown from the stage

Every sentence I master, nigga

Toxeeded, Philly to Chi-Town town even panics at the ground bleeding

When they hear the sound of demons

I'm fiending this seed of blood dripping from heathens

The reason underground and mainstream had a meetin'

I'm lookin for liquor to drink away the pain

But when the store close I cut my wrist and drink it from the veins

That's in me, Crypt, you you feel me?

A basket case, we take souls from their bodies, a blast of ??plates??

On fire for real, and I retire my deal

It don't matter, I still got wounds and I'm too tired to heal

Every rhyme is for real, and I'ma break these adams

I've been spittin' since ninety one, you can't erase this passion

[Crypt the Warchild]

Yo

I see this niggaz, think they big and they bad

Whylin' out in the club and ??duck?? pissin' in bags

And I ain't even got to use a clip or a mag

I use a twelve inch blade to split shit when I'm mad

Let you rot six days, 'til the stinkin' is bad

Let my pen print rage when it sinks in the pad, homie

So get it right, I'm a murder machine

Stampeded through the wilderness to murder your team

Cats bleedin' like I slit they wrist, burstin' their dreams

Guaranteeing you'll be feelin' this, superb when I glean

I spit fire, homocidal, and there's no reasoning

Get drunk, bury the needle, killing season is in

Headhunt, buryin' people in this steep full of sin

I'm leatherface with a chainsaw, splittin' your chin

So don't approach me with no lame talk, as simple as grim

Unless you like to see your frame choke again and again, nigga

[Somebody talking]

Now that's what I'm talkin' about, man

Murder these motherfuckas, dawg

We outta this bitch, man, meet me at the motherfuckin' bar