Real Raw

[Intro: King T & Sharief] The Aftermath is ready to work it out Yo, King T, you ready to work it out? The Aftermath is ready to work it out It's Sharief, I'm ready to work it out We are here to tell the world just who we are Shockin' females cause we are superstars Let me tell ya [Verse 1: Sharief] Ayo, niggas got problems thinkin' they can take Sharief They'll be leavin' the club with no fronts like Michael Spinks On a stretcher like a patient from M.A.S.H, head bashed Babblin about somе niggas just kick that ass Punch, right, kick that's three strikes you're out I brutalize a batty boy bеyond a shadow of doubt And brass knuckles, crazy horse, rugged, rough [?] poetry, punks [Verse 2: King T] They be like, "Who was that with them custom made rhymes?" West side styles for the mind plus the lyrical wit A spiritual hit to save the soul Leave you tremblin' full of holes Fresh from Comp-town and man I got [?] Ruged your dialect in affect with cold features Out West by the beaches with street shit [It's triflin in the house] well, Sharief is [Verse 3: Sharief] I'm from New York, I stock New York with a tomahawk Leavin' [?] outlined in white chalk after dark [?] your tape recorder can't handle the repercussion [?] Strong as an ox outbox any crew Crush the pebble and burn rap devils, that's hypothetical I swing a shank in your sector, I stop a crew to come through like a metal detector [Hook: King T & Sharief] It's real raw, we givin' you more and more To east coast, what the fuck is you waitin' for It's real raw, we givin' you more and more So down south, what the fuck is you waitin' for It's real raw, we givin' you more and more So the midwest, what the fuck is you waitin' for It's real raw, we givin' you more and more So west coast, what the fuck is you waitin' for [Verse 4: King T] They say the king comes through with the clutch Can't no man touch what this young man bust, and uh We won't even discuss who's the shit I chase MC's like [?] chase [?] Admit, you was the one who thought your style was legit And I was the one that called your shit counterfeit King T got that [?] to pop this bitch Took a limo to Brooklyn cause I'm rich [Verse 5: Sharief] My mind's more [?] Sound grenades, blowin' up on your tape recorder Shells dispel, [?] Camouflage shanks swing, it's like [?] open Surgical lacerations give seizure I dig inside your brains without using anesthesia It's critical condition veins hemorrhage and bust I'm rubbin' out your name word life, you gettin' snuffed [Verse 6: King T] I'm not a beginner, but the winner hands down Loc is on the mic in the whole fuckin' town Pick up the mic and let's go a couple rounds you contenders Fuckin' with the best pound for pound King T, I'm mashin' through the west coast A lot of niggas [?] the trigger, but don't come close I'm servin' all of you fools in less than one rap Cause all the shit that you woofin', I been there, done that [Hook: King T & Sharief] It's real raw, we givin' you more and more To west coast, what the fuck is you waitin' for It's real raw, we givin' you more and more So the midwest, what the fuck is you waitin' for It's real raw, we givin' you more and more So down south, what the fuck is you waitin' for It's real raw, we givin' you more and more So east coast, what the fuck is you waitin' for