Raw (Edit) [45 Version]

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

Phoney 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, perpetrating a stunt

When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt

I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi

The Sage of Rage is what rap did to me

To make me wanna 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'll 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, endure for more without a flaw

'Cause I get raw

I 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 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 Kane'll get with it

I go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya

I'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a 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 sailing so on

As I put other rappers out of their misery

Get 'em in a battle and make them all history

Ruling and schooling MC's that I'm dueling

Watch 'em all take a fall as I sit back cooling

On a throne, with a bronze microphone

Um, 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?

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'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

Rather like a samurai, and I'll 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'ma preach your funeral

Tell me who in the world could ever come with more

I get raw