Raw x Infinity Live by REMI Lyrics
[Intro: Remi Kolawole, Sensible J, N'fa]
One, two, three
Oh, shit (Yeah)
Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?
(Wassup? Wassup?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
We are REMI (Yep)
And we came to give you the funk (Say, say, say, say, ayy)
[Verse: Remi Kolawole]
When my rap is animal, my rap is my snow
Remi keep the fans sucked in like lipo
Remi keep the style ten below ice cold
Show fuckstains up like UV lightbulbs
It’s monumental like the Tower of Eiffel
When we break necks like qualified chiroprac
I tackle shit to fail your vital
Step to this, that’s a error like typo and
Check your chick, man, getting real psycho
Wants my icepole, want my cyclone
But, too busy for that groupiе shit
Make moves with my crew, training up for thе title
Sensible J and Dutch, yeah, you might know ‘em
The suicide team leaving your mind blown, and
Here to change the Australian rap game, uh
We add colour like blood on white wall
Calling these chumps out like roll call
They say they support, when? Behind doors?
They talk shit like a keyboard hero
But we don’t hear 'em, we’re aware they're spiteful
Cute skin thick, thicker than rhino
Beside, their bullshit no skin off my nose
But say it to my face, I’ll fuck your words, I will
Cream your pie hole, get it in rhyme now (Watch me)
Make you look inferior, huh?
Shaking, kid, need stability up
Listen to this, it get your credibility up
You sound shit, that’s why nobody feeling your stuff
'Cause you're wack, slack, cracked, smacked out
Yeah, I know dude is dealing you drugs
Buy weed off him, so you know I’m feeling the buzz
You buy speed off him, so I know you’re really a dud
Rep Melbourne, the VIC, and any area code in vicinity of
Come hang if you wanna see who's killing it, bruh
Come drink if you want to see who’s really a drunk
And the chickens here, they as fine as a needle eye
You look deep in their eyes, you really in love, look
We on that next shit, you aren’t able (Watch me)
My merch could be a clothing label (Watch me)
My friends got more talent than pageants (Watch me)
And yours are fake, missing fables, ah
Let me ease back for a second
Enough raptures to rap for a second
I am knowin' some cats that been sayin'
"Remi, give me more substance and less black on the record"
So let me tell you while we rock the set
And while we plan to build like a architect
It’s not to walk down your little carpe-ret
It’s to show kids, work harder then
You won’t have to listen to your boss or your manager
You can make it down your own path and when
And we’re here to shame all the media
Tell ‘em, leave that racial trash in the garbage bin
Got white people scared of the darker skin
We got dark people shaking like Parkinson’s
Out of frustration 'cause they didn’t do shit
Doesn’t make sense like mama-mama-meh
Hey, Scott Mo and the government
Need to get on the boat to Iraq and shit
Or take a stroll down the Gaza Strip
They’ll either wake up or get blasted then
I’m cool with that, I’m acting a fool with rap
I’m Superman chasing down goons, and man
I’m a sergeant with a arsenal of stupid raps
So, motherfucker, salute me and
I am exactly what the doctor ordered, sort of like a sawn off
Yeah, I leave your whole head torn off, yeah, it gets morbid
But that’s how it is when fucking with raw shit
No special effects, I got no chorus
Just got up to kiss my girl good morning
Got in the Batmobile, hit the gas, floored it
Like I floor all of my audiences
Adios, motherfucker, I’m gone, it’s
Been a pleasure destroying all of your shit
All these metaphors and similes
You’re now tuned into the raw times infinity, huh
One, two, three
Oh, shit (Yeah)
Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup? Wassup?
(Wassup? Wassup?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
We are REMI (Yep)
And we came to give you the funk (Say, say, say, say, ayy)
[Verse: Remi Kolawole]
When my rap is animal, my rap is my snow
Remi keep the fans sucked in like lipo
Remi keep the style ten below ice cold
Show fuckstains up like UV lightbulbs
It’s monumental like the Tower of Eiffel
When we break necks like qualified chiroprac
I tackle shit to fail your vital
Step to this, that’s a error like typo and
Check your chick, man, getting real psycho
Wants my icepole, want my cyclone
But, too busy for that groupiе shit
Make moves with my crew, training up for thе title
Sensible J and Dutch, yeah, you might know ‘em
The suicide team leaving your mind blown, and
Here to change the Australian rap game, uh
We add colour like blood on white wall
Calling these chumps out like roll call
They say they support, when? Behind doors?
They talk shit like a keyboard hero
But we don’t hear 'em, we’re aware they're spiteful
Cute skin thick, thicker than rhino
Beside, their bullshit no skin off my nose
But say it to my face, I’ll fuck your words, I will
Cream your pie hole, get it in rhyme now (Watch me)
Make you look inferior, huh?
Shaking, kid, need stability up
Listen to this, it get your credibility up
You sound shit, that’s why nobody feeling your stuff
'Cause you're wack, slack, cracked, smacked out
Yeah, I know dude is dealing you drugs
Buy weed off him, so you know I’m feeling the buzz
You buy speed off him, so I know you’re really a dud
Rep Melbourne, the VIC, and any area code in vicinity of
Come hang if you wanna see who's killing it, bruh
Come drink if you want to see who’s really a drunk
And the chickens here, they as fine as a needle eye
You look deep in their eyes, you really in love, look
We on that next shit, you aren’t able (Watch me)
My merch could be a clothing label (Watch me)
My friends got more talent than pageants (Watch me)
And yours are fake, missing fables, ah
Let me ease back for a second
Enough raptures to rap for a second
I am knowin' some cats that been sayin'
"Remi, give me more substance and less black on the record"
So let me tell you while we rock the set
And while we plan to build like a architect
It’s not to walk down your little carpe-ret
It’s to show kids, work harder then
You won’t have to listen to your boss or your manager
You can make it down your own path and when
And we’re here to shame all the media
Tell ‘em, leave that racial trash in the garbage bin
Got white people scared of the darker skin
We got dark people shaking like Parkinson’s
Out of frustration 'cause they didn’t do shit
Doesn’t make sense like mama-mama-meh
Hey, Scott Mo and the government
Need to get on the boat to Iraq and shit
Or take a stroll down the Gaza Strip
They’ll either wake up or get blasted then
I’m cool with that, I’m acting a fool with rap
I’m Superman chasing down goons, and man
I’m a sergeant with a arsenal of stupid raps
So, motherfucker, salute me and
I am exactly what the doctor ordered, sort of like a sawn off
Yeah, I leave your whole head torn off, yeah, it gets morbid
But that’s how it is when fucking with raw shit
No special effects, I got no chorus
Just got up to kiss my girl good morning
Got in the Batmobile, hit the gas, floored it
Like I floor all of my audiences
Adios, motherfucker, I’m gone, it’s
Been a pleasure destroying all of your shit
All these metaphors and similes
You’re now tuned into the raw times infinity, huh