Raw (Remix)

[Intro]

Here it comes

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

[Verse 1]

Intro, I start to go, my rhymes'll flow

So, get up and dance 'cause Kane said so

If you were lounging around, it's time to get up

Pardon my expression, but I'ma tear shit up

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

That would dare to compare, I do declare

Gettin' busy is where it's at

But what you're saying, you wouldn't get a point for that

'Cause you're 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're 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'm not new to this, I'm true to this, nothin' you can do to this

Fuck 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'm out to collect

Cash money, 'cause I get raw

[Break]

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

(Boy, do I hate a...)

I'm comin'

I'm comin'

I'm comin'

I'm comin'

I'm comin'

[Verse 2]

Here I am, R-A-W

A terrorist, here to bring trouble to

Phony MC's, I move on and seize

I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease

'Cause I'm at my apex and others are below

Nothin' but a milliliter, I'm a kilo

Second to none, making MC's 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, perpetratin' 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

[Break]

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

Everybody get up

[Verse 3]

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 MC's lookin' out

And real nervous when I'm at your service

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 sailin' so on

As I put other rappers out of their misery

Get them in a battle and make them all history

Ruling and schoolin' MC's that I'm dueling

Watch them all take a fall as I sit back coolin'

On my throne, with a bronze microphone

Hmm, God bless the child that can hold his own

'Cause I get raw

[Break]

Ain't it good to you?

Ain't it good to you?

Ain't it good to you?

Here's an experiment to begin with

[Verse 4]

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, comin' off is a must

And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd

I rip the microphone and leave it scarred

Never smokin' or hittin' or takin' a sniff

Only crushing MC's that be trying to riff

I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic

Make MC's 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

Rappin' like a samurai and I'll be damned if I

Ever let a Fisher-Price MC hang

Their rhymes are toy, nothin' 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