Chorus:

I solemnly swear that I will stay raw (raw)

So if you love hip-hop I’m the savior that you pray for (for)

I ain’t here to bring it back I’m living proof

That’ll show you how a liar and a thief can be the truth (truth)

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[Verse 1:]

Yo, I’ll burn an ounce of the best, left with doubts left in my stress

Speaking from the heart like there’s a second mouth on my chest

I really must confess I’ve been thinking who I might murder

And stoppin’ me is like Ike Turner being a civil rights worker

I’m Dr. Jekyll and the twisted side of Mr. Hyde

I swim beside the sharks but got bigger fish to fry

Don’t matter if I live or die, I’m here and I’mma fight you

And the only place that I’m getting punched in is the mic booth

Aight dude, you know the stuff I’m dropping is hot

Shit is fire like the human torch coppin’ a squat

It’s the only option I got so I’mma rape the industry

Makin’ history and ain’t nobody saying shit to me

Defeat is agony, I’m thrilled by the taste of victory

Out in the Boondocks, boombox playing symphony

I still exist in rap even when I’m sitting back

The only living cat with a fan base off a hidden track

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[Verse 2:]

You know it’s not hype, I’ve been god-like when I rock mics

Since gunmen took Pac’s life in Vegas at a stop light

Way before Suge Knight had cops aiming 4’s

Off duty shooting Big leaving the Soul Train Awards

And later on I came across my own fatal flaws

When I shit where I eat and wipe my ass with the table cloth

I sprayed the boss and I’mma take his turf for paper work

I’m an angel’s birth intertwined with an ancient curse

And to make it worse these kids buy the records we drop

An excessively hot recipe, I’ll never be stopped

You could have my mind shackled and penitentiaries locked

I’ll eventually pop the sheriff with the deputy’s Glock

My shock values ten times the cost of pure lightning

I just lose it off the top like Lucy Liu sword fighting

When it comes to raw writing, Bolic’s a born titan

To be completely honest I wish there were more like him

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[Verse 3:]

Yo, I came to a fork in the road, hauling straight and swerve

Stole an ancient language and escaped, I got a way with words

I give the kids who love hip-hop what they deserve

And a little something me, myself, and I can break in thirds

Could say a verse you wish you thought of but didn’t think

While I sit and drink and spit some pink vomit in my kitchen sink

Merciless as Ming, clenched fist, kiss the ring

The vicious king living off beer and chicken wings

I mountain climbed to get here, like next year is our time

Now it’s mine, a chance to show these peasants how to rhyme

Survival of the fittest, Bolic’s so prepared

King of the jungle, throwing solar flares at a polar bear

Lion’s pride, eye of the tiger, coldest stare

And some drunk thoughts on my front porch in a folding chair

Drinkin’ vodka, tryin’ to do my thing and prosper

‘Till the fat lady singin’ opera while I finger pop her

It’s over bring the doctor, referee stop the fight

Bolic’s nice at the bar, throwing chairs like Bobby Knight

I body mics, but they won’t play my cleanest version

‘Cause I ain’t a people person and rotation’s pre-determined

To be for certain, I’ll get even with these evil serpents

When they girl’s penis slurping, gaggin’ like bulimics purging

I’m a genius working, leaving pussies bleeding worse than

A screaming virgin with a deep insertion between her curtains

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