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Whispers In The Raw

the raw) Just can't fake it Gonna see what you're made of (In the raw) I can't change it Everybody's got their own way In the raw (In the raw) In the raw

the love of drug dealin' Got no love for the other side, fuck them tricks Any repurcussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips All the time, Big Poppa kick the raw rhyme Raw

corks to my beer When I appear full gear, down from the rear Sliced so quick you thought doc, whispered in your ear Yeah, there's too many MC's but not enough MC's Are raw

my hand, what up, slid ya boy to the bedroom Popped the suitcase, I'm in the lead room This chic was loaded, equipped, with fifs Porcelain handles with horse back kicks, whispered

malice Not equating to your Wonderland so fuck Alice My style is hostile on the external but got plenty of love And warmth that's internal the sin coronal Surfaces from whispers

mine You ain't seen no flicks like mine Bet I make you Next to the subwoofers and my six by nine Tell me that you like it raw Tell me that my dick is

rectum right after I dome check 'em I be poppin' D, smokin' weed and full of that Hennessey Fresh off the streets on my way to the penitentiary Everybody whisper

couple years, shit I'll be tha man eventually You cant stop what suppose to be Im tha one Im tha chosen man Understand That's me Chorus Im tha whisper

whispers to me unaware I awake to fingers floating softly through my hair Paradise this feeling being lost inside of you An adventure in the raw a phantasm