RAWK ON
Lyrics by Karma, Jesse Maxwell & Waahli

A lot of biters 'bout to get a cracked jaw
While me, Jesse & Waahli RAWK RAWK ON
Tundra & Nomadic RAWK RAWK ON
Freshmakers & Lavoholics RAWK RAWK ON


VERSE 1 (KARMA)

I get it in without a rubber
I’m a lethal weapon young Danny Glover
Friends say I changed I realise I didn’t really know ‘em
it’s bout to get ugly call it bubba
I rock a wooden chain like I’m bambaata
Zulu in my veins strategize a man slaughter
Art of war protocole No Ice I’m already cold
No pity for wack flows they gotta go

Always bitchin’ now I know who was really hoes
And chilled close wolves dressed in human clothes
Exposin’ em would give ‘em way too many things
They know I’m money like Mackenzie King
They more Willie Lyon I’m building a nation
Talk money or get lost in translation
I’m from a city where they kidnap your siblings
Mistake you for a owner when you just out dribbling

Can’t smell ‘em haters actin’ all nosy
All up in my face as tho they nose me
Too focused to notice them noticin me
I trust my gut feelin’ I know it’s in me
They can’t stomach what I embody
Wayne and Garth on the inside they know they’re not worthy
I make sure they know the code tell ‘em
I payed my dues plus tax and that the federal owes me

CHORUS

A lot of biters 'bout to get a cracked jaw
While me, Jesse & Waahli RAWK RAWK ON
Tundra & Nomadic RAWK RAWK ON
Freshmakers & Lavoholics RAWK RAWK ON

Say it loud and say it loud
Get live, Get Live Get Live & Give us Daps
When you cross our path. Do it (BIS)


VERSE 2 (JESSE MAXWELL)

I know you feel me like The Book Of Eli
I'm on a mission, let me flip it like a fuckin B-side
Can't hide the wisdom
Risen from the dead tellin tales of realism
Ya man came back home, his mind is still in prison
Now visit the cemetery, old bones in a museum
Ridin for my loved ones I'ma tell em when I see em
But as long as I'm alive in 5 Kingdoms
Gotta look the devil in the eye, celebrate new beginnings

See I want BIG money, Christopher Wallace money
We bent on Bentleys so empty your wallets for me
Always got a hot verse here you can holler homie
If you heard my old shit my skills have been polished dummy
And records don't sell as well, the people ain't inspired
Cuz there's no jobs for hire and the greedy ones conspire
To feed off your desire but the plot gets thick
Whenever blood spills to make some men rich

And some go missin 
Turn on the news to see who's snitchin at the Charbonneau Commission
Yea corruption in my city run amok in Montreal
Citizens ready to ride on City Hall
The riot squad bust rubber bullets at anyone heroic
Sprayin tear gas at ya local student protest
I be on the low writing flows like them old heads
Danger's closing in, shit's real stay focused

HALF CHORUS

VERSE 3 (WAAHLI)

By the river tons of flowing of talents
With sweaty palms
Lifting rocks & looking shocked,
When they only find a buck
Dreams are drawn with chalk on pavement,
Straight line, you're zig zaging your cup is full
So don’t spill your water
Glass a rhum, bumping Ron Carter,
I'm sorta like your brother’s keeper
Cuz I'm your favorite soap dealer
Not the type to talk much, too much space in silence
To reach a climax, I have to kidnap my conscience
Peeps are asking me what’s cooking
See my question now who's looking
Been looping lounging in spin like head spin
Inserting new data, the earth is boiling lava
Black MacGyver real soul survivor
You’re looking at a simple man with a simple plan
Never feet frozen despite them highs and lows
Travelling & doing shows, live in Sao Paulo
I'm the humble crown ruler who knocks the front door