Classic Rap

Verse 1: Rich Raw
Look, land of the free, home of the brave
Voice of the youth, hip hop the throne of the slave
They sign us only to confine us and censor our spirits (why they do that)
Just to repel then they wonder why tempers is peaked
Walk with a swag, talk with aggression never pass it
Speak the truth in the booth, giving life to the masses
You rappers is actors, straight mythological
Cannibalistic but my flow, raw swallow you
I ain't finna compromise my creative control
Attach a name to a contract selling your soul
No not me, I'm a student of the game
So Cain has to be labeled one of the top three
Can I get a mic check 1, 2, 1, 2
Rich Raw bringing it just for you
Can I get a mic check 1, 2, 1, 2
49ers bringing it just for you
Yeah

Hook: Marchitect & Rich Raw
We bringing it back to that classic rap
Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence
Jas, Tech and Raw, disrespecting the law
And if they steppin while we reppin then we checkin em all
We bringing it back to that classic rap
Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence
Raw, Tech and Jas, homie step in the place
Hurry up and get a cup and you can get you a taste

Verse 2: Jas Mace
Who woulda thought three kids from the 302
Would link up and make moves on your crew
So while y'all cats on the mic tryna be all threatening
I'll make em say Oh No like Yoko and John Lennon
So keep attending while nobody remembering your name
Just the fact that ya'll was corny and lame
It's like I trained under the greats, 49s the truth
You writing Superman raps, a different person out the booth
Don't make me call the headliners, king of the one liners
My man Richard Raw cutting it up with the 49ers
Ya'll some minors, too young for these bars
Don't make me turn your face red like the one on Mars
Tryna hide the scars but these cuts are too deep
Tryna hide the love laying low on the creek
I ain't asking you to like but you gotta respect it
Reminiscing of September 11th the way the boys rep it

Hook: Marchitect & Rich Raw
We bringing it back to that classic rap
Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence
Jas, Tech and Raw, disrespecting the law
And if they steppin while we reppin then we checkin em all
We bringing it back to that classic rap
Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence
Raw, Tech and Jas, homie step in the place
Hurry up and get a cup and you can get you a taste

Verse 3: Marchitect
I'm an overachiever and I'm a smoker achiever
So pass it over to me bro don't warning Emperor Nero
Couldn't save you when I stretch your elements down to zero
Now that hero that you found to save the game is just a weirdo
Dinero like De Niro, get low like Fieros
Sierros flying by my tent, enemies came and went
But I'm set like a brick in cement
I'm about to kick in the fence, expose the chickens and hens
Slick with the pen, swift till the end, see with the wickedest lens
Take your car now make you kicking the rent
Got more bass lines than the NBA
And I see fly girls everyday
I just walk, stalk and net the prey
You just talk, talk and let it get away
So check me out, with the CDs pumping
Pop the trunk and have the whole street jumping

Hook: Marchitect & Rich Raw
We bringing it back to that classic rap
Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence
Jas, Tech and Raw, disrespecting the law
And if they steppin while we reppin then we checkin em all
We bringing it back to that classic rap
Then we moving to the present, right back to the essence
Raw, Tech and Jas, homie step in the place
Hurry up and get a cup and you can get you a taste