[Chorus: scratches by DJ Revolution]

{"Raw!"} {"R.A.W."}

{"Give it to ya raw!"} {"R.A.W."}

{"Give it to ya - raw!"} {"R.A.W."}

{"Give it to ya - raw!"} {"R.A.W."}

{"Give it to ya - raw!"} {"Gon' give it to ya.."}



[Checkmate]

Raw.. love and war.

I'ma give it to ya.. let's go..



Raw, imperial cats is wieldin instrumental war

Rap tactical macks perform unspeakable acts

And hope on vengeance, exposin your pretenders

to the laws and battle nature performance under the gun

And we move, with maximum efficiency to your redundant

And shake, we dominate 'em on old fashion, break 'em with a power

like glass jaws, fresh we outta grammar inflict force

We grapple your mental with word tentacles sick

Manipulate your heart rate through brain chemicles slick

I slide through like lubrication on a Latex

Fuckin your thought process hard like date-rape sex

Smokin cigarettes slow and once your cherry glow red

Cause I'ma see the satisfaction in the end

My caliber big time designed to be fatal

And crush a nigga windpipes slow with my cables

They feel this soloist soon, this cat controllin the womb

I'm movin cracks like they body consume

Certified but my ability's skill, license to kill

And carry the heavy weaponry, ill like pentetiaries

RAW! {*echoes*}



[Chorus]



[Royce Da 5'9"]

Yo.. it's several different levels to pickin up shovels

and dumpin you in ditches under sea level, frontin you can witness

Let me refreshin you niggaz tell you my position in this

Beef! Leavin you under Venice, opposition finished!

Here it is, we invaded created a Pyramid

of a Haven of names, so blame Dre and that ear of his

So {*heavy breathing*} breathe, I'd rather REACH for your neck-acap