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OuterSpace - Текст песни Raw Deal
*Girl whining on telephone*
 [Chorus - Planetary]
 Be careful who you talk to
 The places that you walk through
 You never know when somebody is creepin', tryin' to hawk you
 Better grab your gat too
 'cause niggaz will attack you
 And blast you, right behind your back
 'cause the cash rules
 [Crypt the Warchild and Planetary]
 Yo
 Industry rule number four thousand and eighty:
 Record execs are made shady for gravy
 Protecting your neck can save you and save me
 We step on the set, like fuck you, pay me
 Give 'em a chance, and they'll take food from your babies
 And stress you out, to drive a grown nigga crazy
 Now ain't that crazy? You ain't kiddin', man
 They run for cover when the shit really hit the fan
 The snakes in the garden, pray on your downfall
 Abondon shit, it's hazardous, and they can drown y'all
 Exploit your people with a image, they can clown y'all
 The voice of evil in your ear, you hear the sound, y'all
[Chorus]
 [Planetary]
 Yo
 Ain't nothin' worse than a sheisty bitch
 She'll take cream in your credit, the ice and the whip
 Your life and your kids, you're flippin' your lid
 Kicked out the crib
 A baby on the way, you don't know who's it is
 It might be yours, life on pause, nights on tour
 You try to call the bitch, but she yappin' the jaw
 You feel like smackin' the whore
 She contacted the law
 Like you never smacked her before
 Why she actin' all raw?
 *Talking*
 OuterSpace - Raw Deal - http://ru.motolyrics.com/outerspace/raw-deal-lyrics.html
 [Planetary]
 Yo
 Just to clarify, I'm Planetary, I terrify
 Prepare to die, dawg, but never try
 I am the next millenium rapper
 Got you trembelin' after the shots blown from the stage
 Every sentence I master, nigga
 Toxeeded, Philly to Chi-Town town even panics at the ground bleeding
 When they hear the sound of demons
 I'm fiending this seed of blood dripping from heathens
 The reason underground and mainstream had a meetin'
 I'm lookin for liquor to drink away the pain
 But when the store close I cut my wrist and drink it from the veins
 That's in me, Crypt, you you feel me?
 A basket case, we take souls from their bodies, a blast of ??plates??
 On fire for real, and I retire my deal
 It don't matter, I still got wounds and I'm too tired to heal
 Every rhyme is for real, and I'ma break these adams
 I've been spittin' since ninety one, you can't erase this passion
 [Crypt the Warchild]
 Yo
 I see this niggaz, think they big and they bad
 Whylin' out in the club and ??duck?? pissin' in bags
 And I ain't even got to use a clip or a mag
 I use a twelve inch blade to split shit when I'm mad
 Let you rot six days, 'til the stinkin' is bad
 Let my pen print rage when it sinks in the pad, homie
 So get it right, I'm a murder machine
 Stampeded through the wilderness to murder your team
 Cats bleedin' like I slit they wrist, burstin' their dreams
 Guaranteeing you'll be feelin' this, superb when I glean
 I spit fire, homocidal, and there's no reasoning
 Get drunk, bury the needle, killing season is in
 Headhunt, buryin' people in this steep full of sin
 I'm leatherface with a chainsaw, splittin' your chin
 So don't approach me with no lame talk, as simple as grim
 Unless you like to see your frame choke again and again, nigga
 [Somebody talking]
 Now that's what I'm talkin' about, man
 Murder these motherfuckas, dawg
 We outta this bitch, man, meet me at the motherfuckin' bar












