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raw teknik – hip-hop كلمات اغاني

hiphop lyrics

intro:
teknik about to spit, just sit and listen/ i’m bringing real rap for you to hear so pay attention! this is not the kinda lyrics i should be translating to pidgin

door opens: (sound)
dad: son what you doing? i thought i sent you to college to be a student/ why are you disturbing with this thing you call rapping?
son: dad, i don’t like it/am only tryna practice the things they taught in the university with the verses in/i’m not trying to be a lyricist, am only soliloquizing
dad: you must be crazy! is that how people study? is that how you want to build an office?
son: dad am sorry/i just don’t want to be boring, i wanna read and do some cramming
dad: you’re funny! read and your brain will bring them forth coming/dont try to be loud, lemme see what you writing, wow!
son: i wanna be a writer like dan brown
dad: do you own thing, don’t follow the crowd and please don’t be proud
son: well, dad i tink i need to make my own sound whether sweet or sour/ ok, if i try to rap, will you sponsor the track?
dad: don’t even think about that, just read your books and p-ss/ then you will feel glad to do your masters in england
son: well dad, but i still wanna rap, put my cds in a bag and hustle in lag
dad: remember who you are, if you rap you might sound wack
son: but dad why?
dad: you wouldn’t know how to rhyme and use the american accent all the time
son: but dad i thought you told me to be real, not trying to be fake and swallow my pride
dad: yea i know i couldn’t lie but if you have to be a rapper you have to take your time and besides i wouldn’t want this hobby to take your life
son: its not like its tonight/ am not trying to be the greatest of all time but if i wanna be the best i gotta pay a price/ p-ss on anything i achieve in this life/ if you dislike or like the situations that come across the line
dad: may i remind, son you gotta try/ i don’t like that hiphop culture cos they normally call b-tches/ full of thugs and n-ggas using strong words that endangers lives of the youth and teenagers/ violence is the only thing they spit
son: but this is me, am trying to be different/ checking my thesis, am using the lyrics to educate people in villages so there will be no more scrimmages
dad: stereotypically the images you see are caused by negligence but son i think you need to be warned/ don’t talk about the government or try to be raw
son: my technique is raw
dad: yea i know but leave the evil deeds to god/ sooner or later the things we all see will be gone/ before we go to war let’s join in one accord and make a force/ abide by the law so we can all become a family tied by a bond
son: but what’s wrong? anytime you spit the truth, you become the next one
dad: son, word is bond, am gone!
son: alright dad, am not trying to play god like morgan freeman in bruce almighty but i pray to the almighty to bring a suitable leader like olusegun obasegun, to carry us p-ss the circ-mstances surrounding us/ not the fear attached to the heart when abacha was in charge to give you a fever/its a fact, ken saro wiwa went to attack and lost his life like that/ and if you ask, curiosity k!lled the cat but this is rap/ raw teknik is about to k!ll the wacks, just relax for all those spoiling this culture and making it sound wack/ no come chop after you starved then later brag cos you ain’t got cash, where’s bill gate in the house? put a substance in your rap then take a map/p-ss through the route, i’m trying to make music a hobby, not to profit or sound like donnie mcclurkin/ get a topic, most of these rappers should be kept in a coffin, i hate spitting this so often/ talented n-ggas in the industry with no money to shoot a video or getting their song played on the radio and i think everyone is now talented, that’s the situation/ and no one will be helping you, no one is trying to help the youth, they only tell lies and support the ignorant few/ we represent the hood, shadow of the ones keeping the rules, in where we lie we tell the truth and say it with a proof otherwise you gotta loose/ man and nature, what a hybrid! fairy tales are televised to the street, i rep a city, ph life is eery but we still live it/ got couple of fans and even if i got three, they make better breeze/ the journalist make memories by showing news on tv screen, what a pity/ serendipity within and anything we discover becomes real/ pople think hiphop is about the k!lling/ obscene pictures, delinquents and drug dealings/ the truth remains a mystery, growing up as a kid we couldn’t speak/ everything we had in mind was a gift, i held mine tight with the fist/ politicking not for the weak/ i represent the kids on the street, robbery is not a tool for you to use and abuse the youth cos you dropped outta school/ since life’s good, you got a better view, am careful about the things i do, i peep but never look/ actually see the things that people do, i’m rich but i keep it cool/ materialism not a thing for me to use and abuse but am capable…
i represent the green in nigerian flag, now what the h-ll you mean by saying am proud, am black, am white/ agreed! we all the same sh-t if we can’t keep up the dream/ equality, justice, positivity, that’s what we preach, do things that fit with good deeds and atleast increase peace cos knowledge is power and so is peace/ we got different characters on planet, some sanguine some melancholic/ a paronamic life we gotta live on the coverage of videos and pixels of pictures we live in every second cos we addicted to graphics/ i paint a portrait with my rapping, where the heck will i be if am not rhyming the right thing? the right thing is to have a food for thought when you writing/ whether you like it or not, you will soon be tagged oldskool, whether you’re fresh or hot, the younger gotta take the spot, when the time comes, will i still be hot or cold? oh i dunno/ possibly adorable, applaudable work that i left, oh give thanks to the lord, bring a gl-ss and raise the cup/ i’m raw teknik, the industry is sticking a d**k in your -n-s so you won’t excel like nkiru sylv-n-s/ they wanna make you cry for help, wishing you were in venus while on earth/ am ing*nius with the verse, i rap like a born g*nius! the record label wanted me to come like a p-n-s but am frustrated the way the game is/ my lil fame shoulda be turning to greatness, with some patience i gotta get it with my cadence/ preaching to the muslims and christians possessed by legions of demons with a handful dedication of teachers/ we can help improve the religion and p-ss it to the youth in the future/ boosting the features becomes an addiction, if it is a mission, i gotta stay alive to p-ss it down to generation/ if you wanna get a price, you need to work harder in the midst of the strife/ god is your provider and this is why this song is not meant for you to cry or hala/ its only historic that am doing in my prime with a valor/ this is raw teknik and am coming out to shine and my limit is more than the sky cos am not a star, am the combination of the whole planet, yea
dad: aii son, its ok, now i know you can rap but nigerians wouldn’t want to listen to that/ you know they love dancing their -sses out, so you gotta dumb it down!
son: alright dad! thanks! raw teknik
outro: shoutout to my fans and fresh listeners, my producer sammy i see ya
big l rest in peace! shout out to all the n-ggas keeping it real, this is hiphop! raw teknik, am out, peace!

- raw teknik

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