Raw Songtext
von Big Daddy Kane

I′m coming
I'm coming
I′m coming
I'm coming
I'm coming

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

Give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severing
And in my lifetime, believe I′ve never been
Beaten, or eaten and just token out
You know, come to think about it, I keep Mc's 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 Kennel get with it
I go and flow and grow to let you know
I damage ya, I'm not an amateur but a
Professional, unquestionable, without doubt super
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 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't it good to you?
Ain′t it good to you?
Ain't it good to you?
Ain′t it good to you?
Ain't it good to you?

24 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 isher 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