Raw '91

"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