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