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[Intro] I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming, I'm coming [Verse 1] Here I am, R-A-W A terrorist, here to bring trouble to Phony MCs, I move on and seize I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease 'Cause I'm at my apex and others are below Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo Second to none, making MCs run So don't try to step to me, 'cause I ain't the one I relieve rappers just like Tylenol And they know it, so I don't see why you all Try to front, perpetrating a stunt When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi 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'll 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's majority The rhymes I use definitely amuse Better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw 'Cause I get raw [Interlude] Hit— hit— hit— hit— Hit— hit— Hit— Hit— hit— Hit— Hit— hit— hit— Hit— hit— hit— hit— hit— [Verse 2] Give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severing And in my lifetime, believe I've never been Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out You know, come to think about it, I keep MCs looking out And real nervous when I'm at your service So give me that title, boy, you don't deserve this I work like a slave to become a master And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has to Be perfectly fitted, 'cause I'm committed The entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it I go and flow and grow to let you know I damage ya I'm not an amateur but a pro- Fessional unquestionable 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's all she wrote The minute that the Kane starts to go on Believe it's 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 MCs that I'm dueling Watch 'em all take a fall as I sit back cooling On my throne with a bronze microphone Mm, God bless the child that can hold his own 'Cause I get raw [Interlude] Ain't it good to you? Ain't it good to you? Ain't it— Ain't it good to you? Ain't it— ain't it— ain't it— Ain't it good to you? Ain't it— ain't it— ain't it— Ain't it good— good to you? [Verse 3] 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 crushing MCs that be trying to riff I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic Make MCs panic, they all get frantic And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive As I rock, but hey, what you expected? I'll get raw for you just like a warrior Rapping like a samurai and I'll 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 [Outro] Hit— hit— Hit me Hit— hit— hit— hit— hit— Hit me Hit— Hit me— hit me Hit me— hit me Hit me— hit me Hit me— hit me— hit me Hit me— hit— Hit— hit— hit me Hit— hit— hit— hit— hit— Hit me— hit me Hit me— hit me— hit me Hit me— hit— hit me Hit me— hit me Hit me— hit me Hit— hit— hit me Hit me— hit me