Hungarian beatmaker Rawmatik took his MPC and his heavy, dusty samples to Boston and New York for recording sessions. On his first full international album called The States vs Rawmatik, his hard-hitting beats, got incredible rhyme support from underground legends like Madchild (Swollen Members), U.G. (Cella Dwellaz), Beantown favorites: Termanology, Reks, NBS or Paw Dukes and bay-area microphone master Rasco among others. Fast scratches complete this album to a great independent hip-hop LP, which maybe put this young producer to the international map of heavy beats.
lyrics
Reks:
Rebel and Commentary Activist,
Don't bite My tongue never a pacifist, pass the 5th,
Natural Born Spitter & Wrecker,
Back on that rapping Shit,
U rap tack on a Asterisk,
Disclaimer for your lame bars, Average.
Aim for the stars and northern most,
Scribble bars beyond the boarders
Till I'm writing on table corners were comatose,
Hallelujah, let rhythm hit em like Holy Ghost,
Overtake the souls of our foes, halos and totem poles! Angles and feelings of overdose,
The final high, the violence rise, cycles repeat, rhythmatic cycle on Rawmatik Beat, at a Key, through these cell or walls, hell in store, for opponents to awe, bet you they fall apart, and the far, he haul laughter, all the above good fella and you funny clowns Pesci Mean Mug. I smell pussy and you claim thug, please don't push me I ain't built for that fairy tale you dreamed up!!!
Chorus:
We all hungry and we ready to rush,
For yalls money we be ready to bust,
Large figures we be touching them bucks,
Y'all N!ggas ain't Fuckin Wit Us,
Y'all rappers ain't Fuckin wit us,
Y'all trappers ain't Fuckin wit us,
Ain't Nobody Fuckin wit us,
Said Ain't Nobody Fuckin wit us!
Flash:
Verbally; pistol poppin, my soldiers say thats it's not a option to stomp em
Relaxed by my plants where flowers blossom
A marksmen, to leave em dead
Catch me lampin with thorough breads
To my criminals down, yo hold ya head,
Poison pen flows, you hear a few bars and ask for info
We savages God ain't nothing simple
I lamp on sofa, coast rican models
pass me bottles of ginger-ale
Fuck yo champagne my life is real
Blow a joint of that exuberant, word life, we'll bring it to the crew you're wit,
Face to face check you you'll soon repent
Monumental, you're dealing with niggaz that's presidential
Veterans in your mental you spitten that non essential
Naturally, born Spitters, no bull shit it's N.B.S.
(You naturally corn, niggaz) this full clips to air your chest
Representin with Reks, RawMatik and Budapest
Want statik then please selek and we'll kill you in 30 secs
Flash
Chorus:
We all hungry and we ready to rush,
For yalls money we be ready to bust,
Large figures we be touching them bucks,
Y'all N!ggas ain't Fuckin Wit Us,
Y'all rappers ain't Fuckin wit us,
Y'all trappers ain't Fuckin wit us,
Ain't Nobody Fuckin wit us,
Said Ain't Nobody Fuckin wit us!
V Knuckles:
We Treacherous, Supreme Flow Excellent,
The Foes Exit Quit, cause they know there's no testing this,
Hoes wet the dick and they never seem hesitant,
The pussy specialist, y'all mad, your team Celibate,
Never Settling, till I see a green settlement,
Even if that means petaling the green medicine,
No negligence for the unseen Presidents,
Effortless like the God talking to a pessimist,
And we got Reks wit us, Vets till the death of us, check for the extra stuff, respect never lecture us, see Techs from the dresser bust,
The tech pick ya stretcher up, send you up to God now you rest wit the Exodus,
Best to pray, if you test today, Ima get my way,
Stretch ya face wit an hot iron then I'll get your safe, you the type ratting caught yapping standing next to Jake, we the ones trapping, no we rapping trying to get the Cake!!!
credits
released December 24, 2017
• Artists: Reks, N.B.S. (Natural Born Spitters)
• Title: Nobody
• Produced by: Rawmatik
• Cuts: DJ Tray (twitter.com/dj_tray)
• Directed by: Epos & Theo Freddura
• Release Format: Digital Single
• Release Date: Dec 24, 2017
• Album: The States vs Rawmatik Album Release Date: Feb 18, 2018
• Label: Kriminal Beats
"His music is pure boom-bap hip-hop with heavy drums, based on dusty rock, quality funk,
soul, or even classical music samples and with a rhythm that makes every single hoody head
start knockin'."
