Текст песни Foreign Exchange -  Raw Life   
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feat. Joe Scudda 
[Verse 1: Phonte] 
Rock to the rhythm, back and forth like a pendulum 
Swingin` to the beat, competition don`t mention `em 
A full course emcee, y`all just continental 
Posted at the bar, but you only copped the minimum 
While lookin` at me like what the fuck`s gotten into him 
They can`t get a handle on the solid foundation me and mines is standin` on 
Bringin` it live with no disguise or camoflauge 
Dropped "The Yo-Yo" and stopped niggaz from puttin` sandles on 
We handle ours from bookin` the rhyme management, killin` the wack and now 
You a prime candidate for the weak shit that make the crowd stand inanimate 
But at our shows they stand adamant 
`Te got the corner blitz on got your quarterback scramblin` 
Checkin` the sidelines to see just what the fuck is happenin` 
You wanna get my playbook and examine it 
Connected - $12.99 plus shippin` and handlin`, nigga! 
 
[Chorus] 
Check it out 
Everybody wanna walk like talk like 
Fuck around get etched out in chalk like 
Down south, homeboy, we do it all night 
Tell me what you really know about this raw life 
[repeat] 
 
[Verse 2: Joe Scudda] 
Yo, cats I`m done with you 
From Joe Scudda, miss and shoot the one with you 
Get it in with you, forget you 
Put your little album out 
Who really cares what your shit do (Not me) 
Fall off in a year who gonna miss you (Not me) 
While everything `Te and Scudda do is official 
 
And when you gonna learn, play with fire get burned 
Settle down, kiddo, wait your fuckin` turn 
Go back to the lab, get your rhymes right 
And don`t be mad because we juxed your limelight 
Got your own team sayin` our shit bang 
Over here, over there, that`s The Foreign Exchange 
Ain`t nothin` you can pull, try, do, or fuckin` say 
With cats rippin` over-seas tracks by Nicolay 
This shit gon` blow, I`ll tell you how the shit`ll go 
With Joe Scudda and Tiggalo the Rap Gigolo 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Verse 3: Phonte] 
I feel a sense of urgency when I write now 
I`m rap Scottie Appleton, you new jack niggaz should pipe down 
Meshed rhymes and beats deliver my life sounds 
That got these A&R`s tryin` to figure the price out 
Anything less than six, niggaz, it`s lights out 
Don`t try to make me feel like I need you 
I saw you later signin` ???? 
The whole shit was see through 
He couldn`t draw a crowd with a paintbrush and a easle 
Stay tuned for the sequel 
And if we meet in public, won`t be none of that PC shit like  
nice to meet you 
I spit with no prejudice 
Thought kissin` ass was in my bloodtype, Oh (O) negative 
You can bet, it`s a style that`s embedded in the streets 
It`s a prime factor, puttin` the smash on y`all like middle linebackers 
Nigga, save your back talk for the chiropractor 
You fuckers know just what I`m after 
 
[Chorus]