Still Real & Raw (feat. M-Dot, Jaysaun & Journalist 103) - Snowgoons

* These lyrics appear on the Bulk Recordings reissue on Dreamworks {Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated} (Dr. Octagon) With yellow eyes, my green face, my pink and white afro I'm no toy kid, your style is made by Hasbro G'niff gnapp, you think you got that real hip-hop I saw the chart so quickly, watched your album flop I'm Doctor Octo, curlin waste, tourin rhinos Liftin horses, throwin cows at your fake forces You know my gold style, rabbit fur coat style You be freezin with the flu watch you keep sneezin Like Breezly Brewin, your style I'ma have to ruin Chop up your tactics, you gimmick groups need to practice You be there, like Michael Jackson in my atmosphere Gerbils for rectums, I break you off like Richard Gere I'm so fantastic, your metal fist is still plastic Compelled with no threats, your rhymes bounce off my shield New York City, California, roll my Ampex reel No corny loops and assemble with Timberland boots I'm strictly monster with turtlenecks like Frankenstein Drop that mic kid, you lost, so that ass is mine Dr. Octagon I get real raw -- change arrangements on your face Superspeed... flowin! {Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated} (Dr. Octagon) Doctor Octo, mental disorder, person in alias Fifty-five-six computer tracks on your ass cracks Therapy patient ignored your rhymes in the train station You don't want none, the vomit's on your cinnamon bun You still rappin in the city talkin pig latin In fact you no test, you tired man, won't you rest? Take that sleep with NoDoz, that common style is cheap You bought your mic cord, payola scams the Billboard Slots that's not hot you settle for the nuts you got Record releases, your crew is wack like chocolate Reese's Urine stains are spread out, fly colours on your brains You beware, orangutangs tappin on your window Bulls and coyotes, while roaches walk around your poodle Like Shakespeare, genius thoughts pumpin every year MC's know, retire quick rap like? Josie Merriweather with blocks on your skin is clever Upright direction, I battle any yeast infection Put missiles to work, my needles in your midsection Hold upright, I burn your anus with the purple light Use up your power, make phone calls for an hour Dr. Octagon I get real raw -- change arrangements on your face {Double tempo and fast scratching} {Scratching slows and continues to over Keith samples} {Keith samples end song}

I'm an artisan handcrafted art from my heart within But the darkness of my heart is battling this sin Art for the king why these fake kings make an art of sin Pardon them man they know not what they do Constructing decrepit buildings with these lies for tools Hood chemists in compounds mixing molecules They'll pull the tool shoot at you for pharmaceuticals All about what's mine filling holes with jewels These fools ignore lady wisdom crying in these streets You hear obscenities on tracks? I hear crying over beats Men who never really reached their full maturity Lack of a father led to chasing figures and impurities But they claim they're creative craftsmen Composing bullet points of death like an assassin Weapons drawn illustrative gats man Making up their pasts just to feed to their fans This is real art real bars from the art Real rhymes aimed right through the dark This that real spark take em back to the park Artisan for the king aiming for your heart This is real art real bars from the art Real rhymes aimed right through the dark This that real spark take em back to the park Artisan for the king aiming for your heart Radio transmitting hypocrisy In the name of hip hop, the blind can see? Yet the blind are in a lost craft out to sea War on these waves but Christ says silence and peace Silencers on their piece aiming with beams Triple beams are weighing poisonous seeds These teams gather together to plot evil schemes Gang regimes overthrowing alleys and streets Pushing that product out with venom from their mouth Constricting minds with rhymes choking these kids out Hydro spitters like a cottonmouth No power in their lines so they all blackout! My bars bring light to those fighting that good fight Those living in the dark reaching out for that light Reaching out for that mic just to bring new sight God's truth in these bars to bring new life This is real art real bars from the art Real rhymes aimed right through the dark This that real spark take em back to the park Artisan for the King aiming for your heart This is real art real bars from the art Real rhymes aimed right through the dark This that real spark take em back to the park Artisan for the King aiming for your heart They say they want bars, I got some for free then Bars that ironically bring em freedom They're starving for the truth its time to feed em Kids locked up in these chains, you know I see them Point them to the shepherd who can free them Never leave their side, naw He will lead them Teach them as they live to seek Him No more creeping, wicked on the weekend Think about what your ears soak in Ya that beat is really dope but where's the hope man? You can't worship God and the dope man Nice pieces but no Jesus your life is broke man Your art is broken lies are spoken Gasping and choking its not a joke man Ambassador for Christ the King's spokesmen Reporting live more than a slogan This is real art real bars from the art Real rhymes aimed right through the dark This that real spark take em back to the park Artisan for the King aiming for your heart This is real art real bars from the art Real rhymes aimed right through the dark This that real spark take em back to the park Artisan for the King aiming for your heart