Raw (backwards) Lyrics - Ab-soul

[Intro] 

Raw backwards on all you rappers 

Raw backwards on all you rappers 

Raw backwards on all you rappers 

Raw backwards on all you rappers 

Raw backwards on all you rappers 

Raw backwards on all you rappers 

Raw backwards on all you rappers 

Raw backwards on all you rappers 

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul] 

What's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip 

I'm mashing across the masses 

My movement massive 

I'm low-key, like a locksmith 

Working on both knees 

You nosy, wire tap bands 

Got fur on where my toes be 

I'm cosy 

Act like you know me 

Wicked as Aleister Crowley 

I just might OD 

Overly dedicated, just like my homie 

Second to none in the first place, I need a trophy 

Doing whatever I please, it's like fuck your feelings 

Man I got so many flows, them shits come with ceilings 

What's my name? They call me Ab-Soul, the abstract asshole 

I'm levitating, way too crazy 

Way too wavy for your sandcastle 

[Hook: Ab-Soul] 

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip 

I'm mashing across the masses 

My movement massive 

The backwoods with the gas in it 

You roll the raw, I spell it backwards 

Throw that wack shit up in the trash can 

[Post-Hook: Zacari] 

We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more 

No more 

No more, no more 

No more, no more 

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul] 

I'm going loco 

This nigga Soulo back in this hoe though 

Oh no you watchin' Hulu, I run the show tho 

Is it music? Voodoo? I don't know 

But don't confuse me with D'Angelo 

I'm the angel of 

Spooky, hope your army got lots of armor 

Cuz we don't die, we just multiply, divide and conquer 

Remember when the battle mongers called me a reject 

'Till I had all this heart and honor, demand my respect 

Now I walk through C-A-R-son like I'm a hero 

Steps ahead and stacking bread up, speaking of heroes 

47 shit, fuck it, fly to the Beast Coast 

Just to sag down Troy Ave. quoting King Steelo 

Pass the pot, let me skillet 

The temperature is scalding 

The novices make me nauseous 

I was like a swami of Jay Electronica until he 

Figured Dizzle wouldn't admit that he would body him for a milli 

I told Kenny keep quiet, I'ma get him 

We don't need dirt on your hands getting the key to the city ya feel me 

Hurts when your OG, who is supposed to be a G-O-D 

Is standing next to King Kunta feeling like Toby 

Moos what I gotta do boy? 

I'm just waiting on your cue to take him to school boy! 

Fuck all this wordplay 

Top, tell these fucking stooges I'm dangerous, keep away! 

Mayday 

[Hook: Ab-Soul] 

Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip 

I'm mashing across the masses 

My movement massive 

The backwoods with the gas in it 

You roll the raw, I spell it backwards 

Throw that wack shit up in the trash can 

[Post-Hook: Zacari] 

We don't wanna hear that wack shit no more 

No more 

No more, no more 

No more, no more 

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul] 

I'm Wiccan like a wicked witch I need Alia Zin 

To read Genesis 

'Cause this one for my fellow Thelemites 

About that fucking life 

You fucking right, I need to 

Stand up for my fucking rights 

Out of sight, out of mind 

Still leave insight in your brain 

Got your synapses doing jumping jacks and all kind of things 

I mean check my subject range 

Agartha, Dopamine, choppers, stick talk, Benihana, PF Chang's 

Revelations reiterated 

This revolutionary 

Shit you bump that gives you goosebumps 

'Cause the truth is scary 

Do What Thou Wilt 

I'm not talented, I'm skilled 

I'm the darkest knight, with the shiniest shield 

Would've attended to university, but it was silly to me 

Because the whole universe is just a city to me