Raising Hell

[Intro]
Yo
Yea, give the drummer some
Let’s go!
Yo

[Verse]
When “Peter Piper” picked peppers and Run rocked rhymes
I was learning how to hack across phone lines
I fucked Ma Bell two or three times
Until I started to mature like fine wines
After years of making money in gray areas
The law caught up, I thought that it would bury us
So I turned this power to good, but I barely budged
Same skills, different dollars, shit was hilarious
But it got my foot through the door
Climbed so fast put my foot through the floor
Raced to makе money, I’m done with being poor
Engineer, rap career, nеxt I'm on tour
“It's Tricky”, but I've found a way to manage
My way through this life, never short on cabbage
I’m never p50, I’m far more than average
My CPU is so big call me Charles Babbage
Head to Silicon Valley, just West of Milipitas
All decked out, track pants and “My Adidas”
Whether LOCs or lyrically, I'm only dropping heatas’
Try to copy me, “Walk This Way”, still no way to beat us
Worse if you try, but still somehow survive
Everytime I drop a freestyle, they ask me “Is It Live?”
‘Cause my powerful poems are “Perfection” at its pinnacle
Move the hearts of everyone, arrogant or cynical
Whether big or small, giant or miniscule
Grab it, “Hit It Run” away, reach every individual
Call me a hell raiser, never catch me “Raising Hell”
Unless I'm in your server through an nc shell
Your eyes are in a daze, caught in my amazing spell
A-W-O-L, that's the way that it's spelled…
Whether you be cool as fuck or “You Be Illin’”
Don't be “Dumb Girl”, guy, pup, or kitten
Like in “Son of Byford”, broke down my family tree
Broke down like my public education about history
Run D.M.C. filled the gaps, teachers taught me jack
Learned less from books than from “Proud to be Black”

[Outro]
Shout out Run D.M.C
Raising Hell. No skips