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Raw Proof

Not a rapper, I'ma mic murderer, big dog you a cat burglar, I never heard of you bruh, Nameless nuisance, hangin' with a gang of stupid , don't you feel foolish tryna rearrange my blueprint, But you're bad with the hands no way to box me in, skills are rusty like iron when exposed to oxygen, this is not the 90's and I'm not in my 20's, you don't have to do the math to know I'm doing good and plenty people show respect, but don't assume I care, wear my work clothes in public fit in well with you illusionaires, mix nice with beats like wet mud and rock, concrete stand firm, burn when it pops, you gotta go hard or go back to the block, and I'm not movin' back in with my Mom or my Pops, rest in peace, my higher self inspire someone else, not tryin' to preach but I'll say a prayer for your health!

Chorus: Back to the basics - Everybody face it - Everything based off Love or Hatred - Back to the basics - I'm slightly wasted - Them beats don't bump and your rhymes don't say shit!!!

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SK9: Strick-9

Its like one step, two step, crawl before you walk, think before you talk or get outlined in chalk, I'm not the one to balk when the shit gets dark, my Bruce Banner thoughts shock the whole block, with gamma radiation, Bush dead? We celebrating, bureau of investigation got our song on rotation, and they plotting for the framing, with their lame insinuations, when they're facing the American Gods, I'm Neal Gaiman, you get played like atari, drugged through the hood with a stick in your ass like Muammar Gaddafi, we the thugs in the lobby, deadly as Zimbabwe and Robert Mugabe's socialist party, my high level rhymes change the paradigm, still catch a brother in the club with a pair of dimes, white chick, black chick, Pam Grier and Susie Chapstick, holding my money, I'm dirty bastard, merging jurasic, modern iconoclastic, psychological fabric, in every musical aspect, I keep it funky like a Prince song, rhyming with a white boy that look like Vince Vaughan, the shits on!

Chorus: Back to the basics - Everybody face it - Everything based off Love or Hatred - Back to the basics - I'm slightly wasted - Them beats don't bump and your rhymes don't say shit!!!

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from Bleakmatic, released November 20, 2020

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Raw Proof Nashville, Tennessee

HipHop Recording/ Performing Artist who emerged from the flames as a man in the world but not of it. Freestyler/writer who lives in the community but claims no clique. Congregates with preachers, politicians, and the poverty-stricken, while always speaking for, not at, the common man. ... more

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