"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!" -> Chuck D

"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.."



[Kane]

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 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!



"R-A-W" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)



[Kane]

Attact, 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 gr