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from Dr. Octagonecologyst

"Real Raw" is track #10 on the album Dr. Octagonecologyst. It was written by Keith Thornton, Dan Nakamura.
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[Unverified]

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 Breezily 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

I get real raw, change arrangements on your face
I get real raw, change arrangements on your face
I get real raw, change arrangements on your face
Super speed flowin'

[Unverified]

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 vomits 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 colors on your brains
You beware, orangutan's 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 [unverified]
Josie Merrie weather 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

I get real raw, change arrangements on your face
I get real raw, change arrangements on your face
I get real raw, change arrangements on your face
I get real raw, change arrangements on your face

[Unverified]

Songwriters
KEITH THORNTON, DAN NAKAMURA

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