Raw

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>

Intro: I start to go, my rhymesćŠ£l flow
So, get up and dance cause Kane said so
If you were lounging around it抯 time to get up
Pardon my expression, but I抦ma tear shit up
I appear right here, and scare and dare, a mere musketeer
That would dare to compare, I do declare
Getting busy is where it抯 at
But what you抮e saying, you wouldn抰 get a point for that
Cause you抮e 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抮e 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抦 now new to this, I抦 true to this, nothing 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抦 out to collect
Cash money, cause I get raw


Everybody get up! (x4)
Kane: boy do I hate a...
I抦 coming! (x5)

Here I am, R-A-W
A terrorist, here to bring trouble to
Phony MC抯, I move on and seize
I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease
Cause I抦 at my apex and others are below
Nothing but a milliliter, I抦 a kilo
Second to none, making MC抯 run
So don抰 try to step to me, cause I ain抰 the one
I relieve rappers just like Tylenol
And they know it, so I don抰 see why you all
Try to front, perpetrating a stunt
When you know that IćŠ£l smoke you up like a blunt
I抦 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.
IćŠ£l 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抯 majority
The rhymes I use definitely amuse
Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues
I抦 sure to score adored for more without a flaw
Cause I get raw


Everybody get up! (x5)

With speech like a reverend, rappers start severing
And in my lifetime, believe I抳e never been
Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out
You know, come to think about it, I keep MC抯 looking out
And real nervous when I抦 at your service
Give me that title, boy, you don抰 deserve this
I work like a slave to become a master
And when I say a rhyme, you that it has to
Be perfectly fitted, cause I抦 committed
The entertainer and trainer and KanećŠ£l get with it
I go and flow and grow to let you know
I damage ya I抦 not an amateur but a pro-
Fessional a questional 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抯 all she wrote!
The minute that the Kane starts to go on
Believe it抯 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 MC抯 that I抦 dueling
Watch them all take a fall as I sit back cooling
On my throne, with a bronze microphone
Hmm, God bless the child that can hold his own
Cause I get raw


Ain抰 it good to you? (x3)
Documentary: here抯 an experiment to begin with...

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 MC抯 that be trying to riff
I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic
Make MC抯 panic, they all get frantic
And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive
As I rock but hey, what you expected?
IćŠ£l get raw for you just like a warrior
Rapping like a samurai and IćŠ£l 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抦ma preach your funeral
Tell me who in the world
Could ever come with more
I get raw

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