Big Daddy Kane Raw (remix) Lyrics

Raw (remix) Lyrics

Intro:  I start to go, my rhymes'll flow

 So, get up and dance cause Kane said so

 If you were lounging around it's time to get up

 Pardon my expression, but I'mma 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's at

 But what you're saying, you wouldn't get a point for that

 Cause you're 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're 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'm now new to this, I'm 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'm out to collect

 Cash money, cause I get raw

 

 

 Everybody get up!  (x4)

 Kane:  boy do I hate a...

 I'm coming!  (x5)

 

 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, 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

 

 

 Everybody get up!  (x5)

 

 With 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

 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 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 damage ya I'm not an amateur but a pro-

 -fessional unquestionable 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'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 MC's 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't hold his own

 Cause I get raw

 

 

 Ain't it good to you?  (x3)

 Documentary:  here's 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'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

 Rapping 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