Raw

Since the far-off days when man first heard a scratchy noise

On a cylindrical drum accompanied by staccato human tones,

It has been his aim to add breadth and depth, to give realism,

And spaciousness, and, even where it applies, to convey actual movement>

Intro:　i start to go, my rhymesl flow

So, get up and dance cause kane said so

If you were lounging around it time to get up

Pardon my expression, but ima tear *****t up

I appear right here, and scare and dare, a mere musketeer

That would dare to compare, i do declare

Getting busy is where it at

But what youe saying, you wouldn get a point for that

Cause youe a featherweight, and your rhymes you carry light

But i drop bass just like barry white

So how could you think that you pose a threat?

You say youe rocking, how many shows you get?

All your vocals go local on the m-i-c

Mines go a great distance, like at&t

I now new to this, i true to this, nothing you can do to this

**** around with kane and come out black and blue for this

So, yo, go for what you know

Attempt to debate so i can humiliate

We can go rhyme for rhyme, word for word, verse for verse

Get you a nurse, too late, get you a hearse

To take you to your burial ground

Because the big daddy kane always throws down

Correct, i get respect, i out to collect

Cash money, cause i get raw

Everybody get up!　(x4)

Kane:　boy do i hate a...

I coming!　(x5)

Here i am, r-a-w

A terrorist, here to bring trouble to

Phony mc, i move on and seize

I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease

Cause i at my apex and others are below

Nothing but a milliliter, i a kilo

Second to none, making mc run

So don try to step to me, cause i ain the one

I relieve rappers just like tylenol

And they know it, so i don see why you all

Try to front, perpetrating a stunt

When you know that il smoke you up like a blunt

I genuine like gucci, raw like su*****

To stage a rage is what rap did to me

To make me want to create chaos and mayhem

Cold rock a party until the a.m.

Il make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle

While you stand dazed and amazed, i bust a

Little rhyme with authority, superiority

And captivate the whole crowd majority

The rhymes i use definitely amuse

Better than dynasty, or hill street blues

I sure to score adored for more without a flaw

Cause i get raw

Everybody get up!　(x5)

With speech like a reverend, rappers start severing

And in my lifetime, believe ie never been

Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out

You know, come to think about it, i keep mc looking out

And real nervous when i at your service

Give me that title, boy, you don deserve this

I work like a slave to become a master

And when i say a rhyme, you that it has to

Be perfectly fitted, cause i committed

The entertainer and trainer and kanel get with it

I go and flow and grow to let you know

I damage ya i not an amateur but a pro-

Fessional a questional without doubt superb

So full of action, my name should be a verb

My voice will float on every note

When i clear my throat, that all she wrote!

The minute that the kane starts to go on

Believe it gonna be smooth sailing so on

As i put other rappers out of their misery

Get them in a battle and make them all history

Ruling and schooling mc that i dueling

Watch them all take a fall as i sit back cooling

On my throne, with a bronze microphone

Hmm, god bless the child that can hold his own

Cause i get raw

Ain it good to you?　(x3)

Documentary: here an experiment to begin with...

Twenty-four sev chilling, killing like a villain

The meaning of raw is ready and willing

To do whatever is clever, take a loss, never

And the rhymes i bust, coming off is a must

And i come off hard with rhymes that are odd

I rip the microphone and leave it scarred

Never smoking or hitting or taking a sniff

Only cru*****ng mc that be trying to riff

I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic

Make mc panic, they all get frantic

And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive

As i rock but hey, what you expected?

Il get raw for you just like a warrior

Rapping like a samurai and il be damned if i

Ever let a fisher-price mc hang

Their rhymes are toy, nothing but yin-yang

So if we battle on the microphone

Bring your own casket and tombstone

And ima preach your funeral

Tell me who in the world

Could ever come with more

I get raw