Raw Like Chips - NJE

Yeah

Raw like — raw like sushi

You know what I mean?

Yeah, yeah, nah, nah, nah

Raw like the real underground hip-hop you know

Yeah, raw like that, yeah

Nah, raw like chips, you know, yeah

Raw like chips, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I keep it raw like chips

You can’t wear these shoes, nah, these shoes won’t fit, huh

Yes, I got that Kobe Bryant jump shot

I just don’t miss, I keep it raw like chips, now

Now, now throw your hands in the air

Like pill popper kids, I keep it raw like chips

Yes, I keep it nice and crisp

Just stop on this, I keep it raw like chips

I keep it raw like it’s supposed to be, locally and globally

Cool kids be knowing me for bringing game like

Pay attention, listen up, it’s tough like titanium

That automatic lose control on your cranium

I’m quick to bring the drama like a crazy baby mamma

llama

I’ma cause commotion, lyric is closer

now my name is known

I’m goin', I’m gone and way beyond

Stars in the sky, hit I’m high

I don’t keep shit in my circle so, if that’s you, goodbye

No need for a reply or why

Write a catchy new track, you get love from real guys

Realise we apply the pressure

I guess you’re just lame, I bet you’re insane

'Cause we the boys who gonna play the A-grade game

I keep it raw like chips

You can’t wear these shoes, nah, these shoes won’t fit, huh

Yes, I got that Kobe Bryant jump shot

I just don’t miss, I keep it raw like chips, now

Now, now throw your hands in the air

Like pill popper kids, I keep it raw like chips

Yes, I keep it nice and crisp

Just stop on this, I keep it raw like chips

Now, look up in the sky, look up in the sky

Wave your hands high, wave your hands high

Now, look up in the sky, look up in the sky

Wave your hands high, wave your hands high

Now, look up in the sky, look up in the sky

Wave your hands high, wave your hands high

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More of-the-the-the raw»

I’m an attic automatic let 'em have it

See, the kid is off the planet I demand it

Wreck your radio by hammers, too crazy like bananas

I don’t care about your standards, you don’t even talk my language

Write to any damage

I keep it real and raw before

I spit the rhymes of law from Japan to Singapore

And when it I told you that before

This game I do adore

Paint a picture, pause and then applause

'Cause, ever since day one, I’ve been down for the cause

Down for the sauce and my real

See, I’m just like you, I ain’t drivin' in no Porche (nah)

I cause

And now I know why most these wack are mad at me

I keep it raw like chips

You can’t wear these shoes, nah, these shoes won’t fit, huh

Yes, I got that Kobe Bryant jump shot

I just don’t miss, I keep it raw like chips, now

Now, now throw your hands in the air

Like pill popper kids, I keep it raw like chips

Yes, I keep it nice and crisp

Just stop on this, I keep it raw like chips

Now, look up in the sky, look up in the sky

Wave your hands high, wave your hands high

Now, look up in the sky, look up in the sky

Wave your hands high, wave your hands high

Now, look up in the sky, look up in the sky

Wave your hands high, wave your hands high

«More-more-more of-

More of the raw»

«-the-the raw»

Raw like chips, yes

NJE

Mr Zux on the beat

Sydney city represent

Uh, yeah