(Hook)
Extra raw, no filter, no cut to the bone,
cold chrome, heart colder, but we never walk alone.
Extra raw, extra real, watch the city take a bow,
we feed the flame, let it roar — extra raw, this is now.
(Verse 1)
Came up with the coal-face hustle, pockets full of lesson plans,
used to sleep on cardboard sheets, now I’m cashin' in my hands.
Eyes red from the smoke, throat gravel, voice scarred,
every scar a scripture, every loss a barter card.
We move like chess not checkers, king with a busted crown,
every block a sermon, every alley got a sound.
Trust few, bless few, enemies collect like bills,
we count blessings in the shadows when the city’s standing still.
Extra raw mentality, cut meat to the bone,
we’re the truth they whisper when the popcorn turns to stone.
(Hook)
Extra raw, no filter, no cut to the bone,
cold chrome, heart colder, but we never walk alone.
Extra raw, extra real, watch the city take a bow,
we feed the flame, let it roar — extra raw, this is now.
(Verse 2)
Two-hundred proof syllables, I speak in heavy lead,
my words hit like weathered fists, leave a ledger full of red.
I learnt from the stoop prophets, from the rats beneath the stoop,
every alley had a preacher, every preacher had a coup.
Made a name out of crumbs, turned a whisper into roar,
wallet stitched with grit, suit lined with open sores.
Enemies mimic manners, friends fold like cheap sheets,
in the jungle of suits and sneakers, we move with sharpened beats.
Extra raw attitude — truth over façade,
we the last survivors washing pennies in a rusted god.
(Hook)
Extra raw, no filter, no cut to the bone,
cold chrome, heart colder, but we never walk alone.
Extra raw, extra real, watch the city take a bow,
we feed the flame, let it roar — extra raw, this is now.
(Verse 3)
I write like I fight — every line’s a knuckle bruise,
shine through the grit, through the nights we refuse to lose.
Mama prayed for diamonds, I brought her bullets turned to gold,
paid in honesty, interest compounded in the cold.
Smoke-filled negotiations, deals done in midnight tones,
you either bleed or you bank, either bone or you bone.
I’m the whisper at the courthouse, the echo in the stoop,
I’m the reason block legends get a tombstone in the news.
Extra raw is loyalty — not a token, not a clause,
it’s the sound that wakes the nation when the sirens hit pause.
(Hook)
Extra raw, no filter, no cut to the bone,
cold chrome, heart colder, but we never walk alone.
Extra raw, extra real, watch the city take a bow,
we feed the flame, let it roar — extra raw, this is now.
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