Raw (Edit) [45 Version]

[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]

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[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]

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