"No faking, real Vocal"

#Tag "No faking, real Vocal" Intro Yeah... testing one two No auto-tune here No digital filters Just the raw vocals straight from the mud 🪀 on the track Listen close Verse 1 We step up to the mic with no artificial special effects No digital disguise hiding what the spirit injects We come exactly as we are raw words from the floor While you robots in the booth keep on begging for more You need a thousand plug-ins just to make your voice slide I just need a heavy breath and some passion inside This is unfiltered hip-hop the pavement and gravel Watching your fake personas completely unravel I don't polish up the edges I don't soften the blow The grittier the vocals the heavier the flow You're a studio creation a synthetic design I’m a flesh and blood master keeping rhythm in line They want the glossy cover the commercial facade But the streets want the truth not a musical god So turn the processors off, let the real talent speak Your frequency is broken and your signal is weak Chorus Don't bring your opera singers trying to sing La Marseillaise It’s a song for the people not for theatrical praise We come as we are raw power in the throat No safety nets no auto-tune every single note It’s the voice of the struggle it's the chant of the crowd Spit it rough spit it real spit it heavy and proud Yeah we come as we are no digital peace This is the anthem of the streets and it’s finally unleashed Verse 2 They try to beef with me but they lack the technique Spyda and his little boys your foundation is weak You always need a whole crew just to rescue your name But they got zero style when they enter my game They try to grab the 🪀 but they don't have the hands I wrap around their logic ruining their plans In the grip of an idiot I get tangled and knot Because they drive me completely with the envy they got But in the hands of a genius a true artist of class We flow with the skills making tricks on the glass Taking the dog for a walk executing the play While you amateurs are standing there with nothing to say I keep the rhythm tight spinning right on the line While you stumble around running out of your time No gimmicks no tricks just a master at work Leaving every fake rapper face-down in the dirt chorus Don't bring your opera singers trying to sing La Marseillaise It’s a song for the people not for theatrical praise We come as we are raw power in the throat No safety nets no auto-tune every single note It’s the voice of the struggle it's the chant of the crowd Spit it rough spit it real spit it heavy and proud Yeah we come as we are no digital peace This is the anthem of the streets and it’s finally unleashed Verse 3 Let's talk about the science since you tried to look smart Fumbling your big words tearing your theories apart You talked about a race but I'm the human species Leaving your internet logic in a million pieces You asked why the neuron 🪀 got promoted today Because it's highly myelinated clearing the way Delivering its messages with massive impulse While your lagging brain cells are checking the pulse Your synapses are failing your connection is dead I'm sending electric shocks straight into your head No auto-tune can fix a mind that's moving this slow