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

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Writer(s): Antonio Hardy