Raw '91

Bring that beat back, bring that beat back! We gonna do a song, that you heard before 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 Nothing 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 rockin' party, until the A.M I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle When you stand dazed and amazed I bust a little rhyme with authority, superiority And captivate the whole crowd's majority They 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 Attack, react, exact, the mack'll move you With a strong song as long as you groove to this I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped Do damage on stage and injure the mic As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss The rap soloist, you don't want none of this Supreme in this era, i reign with terror When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an Afro An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never have no problem I could sneeze, sniffle or cough Eeee-even if I stutter I'mma still come off 'Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip They show enough ain't equipped That's why they got flipped But my apparatus is up to status Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static To make or break or take 'em, my rhymes hit the head Put it to bed, so watch what's said Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone I get ill and kill at will Teachin' a skill that's real, yeah, no frill Just stand still and chill as I build Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up (R-A-W), don't even get up Competition shut up 'Cause I'm raw The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach The blind to find their way from A to Z And be the most to boast the loudest rap again To reign your domain (yeah, Kane!) The heat is on, so feel the fire Come off the empire, all the more higher Level of depth, one step beyond dope The suckers all scope and hope to cope but nope 'Cause I can never let 'em on top of me I play 'em out like a game of Monopoly Let 'em speed around the board like an astro Then send 'em to jail for tryin' to pass go Shakin' 'em up, breakin' 'em up, takin' no stuff But it still ain't loud enough So let the volume increase, never to cease I'mma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease Rippin' the mic to shreds, puttin' heads to bed Code red 'cause the rhymes is bein' said By the asiatic printer of raw poetry No hints or clues, you all know it's me I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound Profound it's bound to go down A lyrical knockout, showin' I got clout My comp should just drop out 'Cause none of them can see me I leave 'em whinin' like their name was BeBe or CeCe I get raw