Lirik Lagu Real Raw - Dr. Octagon
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* these lyrics appear on the Bulk Recordings reissue on Dreamworks
{Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated}
[Dr. Octagon]With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afroI'm no toy kid your style is made by HasbroG'niff gnapp you think you got that real hip hopI saw the chart so quickly watched your album flopI'm Doctor Octo curlin waste tourin rhinosLiftin horses, throwin cows at your fake forcesYou know my gold style, rabbit fur coat styleYou be freezin with the flu watch you keep sneezinLike Breezly Brewin, your style I'ma have to ruinChop up your tactics, you gimmick groups need to practiceYou be there, like Michael Jackson in my atmosphereGerbils for rectums, I break you off like Richard GereI'm so fantastic, your metal fist is still plasticCompelled with no threats, your rhymes bounce off my shieldNew York City, California, roll my Ampex reelNo corny loops and assemble with Timberland bootsI'm strictly monster with turtlenecks like FrankensteinDrop that mic kid, you lost, so that ass is mine
Chorus: Dr. Octagon
I get real raw -- change arrangements on your face (3X)Superspeed... flowin!
{Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated}
[Dr. Octagon]Doctor Octo, mental disorder, person in aliasFifty-five-six computer tracks on your ass cracksTherapy patient ignored your rhymes in the train stationYou don't want none, the vomit's on your cinnamon bunYou still rappin in the city talkin pig latinIn fact you no test, you tired man, won't you rest?Take that sleep with NoDoz, that common style is cheapYou bought your mic cord, payola scams the BillboardSlots that's
{Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated}
[Dr. Octagon]With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afroI'm no toy kid your style is made by HasbroG'niff gnapp you think you got that real hip hopI saw the chart so quickly watched your album flopI'm Doctor Octo curlin waste tourin rhinosLiftin horses, throwin cows at your fake forcesYou know my gold style, rabbit fur coat styleYou be freezin with the flu watch you keep sneezinLike Breezly Brewin, your style I'ma have to ruinChop up your tactics, you gimmick groups need to practiceYou be there, like Michael Jackson in my atmosphereGerbils for rectums, I break you off like Richard GereI'm so fantastic, your metal fist is still plasticCompelled with no threats, your rhymes bounce off my shieldNew York City, California, roll my Ampex reelNo corny loops and assemble with Timberland bootsI'm strictly monster with turtlenecks like FrankensteinDrop that mic kid, you lost, so that ass is mine
Chorus: Dr. Octagon
I get real raw -- change arrangements on your face (3X)Superspeed... flowin!
{Kool Keith samples are scratched and repeated}
[Dr. Octagon]Doctor Octo, mental disorder, person in aliasFifty-five-six computer tracks on your ass cracksTherapy patient ignored your rhymes in the train stationYou don't want none, the vomit's on your cinnamon bunYou still rappin in the city talkin pig latinIn fact you no test, you tired man, won't you rest?Take that sleep with NoDoz, that common style is cheapYou bought your mic cord, payola scams the BillboardSlots that's
