Big Daddy Kane - Raw Lyrics
<here it comes...><documentary sample:Since the far-off days when man first heard a scratchy noiseOn a cylindrical drum accompanied by staccato human tones,It has been his aim to add breadth and depth, to give realism,And spaciousness, and, even where it applies, to convey actual movement>Intro: I start to go, my rhymesll flowSo, get up and dance cause kane said soIf you were lounging around its time to get upPardon my expression, but imma tear shit upI appear right here, and scare and dare, a mere musketeerThat would dare to compare, I do declareGetting busy is where its atBut what youre saying, you wouldnt get a point for thatCause youre a featherweight, and your rhymes you carry lightBut I drop bass just like barry whiteSo how could you think that you pose a threat?You say youre rocking, how many shows you get?All your vocals go local on the m-i-cMines go a great distance, like at&tIm now new to this, Im true to this, nothing you can do to this***** around with kane and come out black and blue for thisSo, yo, go for what you knowAttempt to debate so I can humiliateWe can go rhyme for rhyme, word for word, verse for verseGet you a nurse, too late, get you a hearseTo take you to your burial groundBecause the big daddy kane always throws downCorrect, I get respect, Im out to collectCash money, cause I get raw<break>Everybody get up! (x4)Kane: boy do I hate a...Im coming! (x5)Here I am, r-a-wA terrorist, here to bring trouble toPhony mcs, I move on and seizeI just conquer and stomp another rapper with easeCause Im at my apex and others are belowNothing but a milliliter, Im a kiloSecond to none, making mcs runSo dont try to step to me, cause I aint the oneI relieve rappers just like tylenolAnd they know it, so I dont see why you allTry to front, perpetrating a stuntWhen you know that Ill smoke you up like a bluntIm genuine like gucci, raw like sushiTo stage a rage is what rap did to meTo make me want to create chaos and mayhemCold rock a party until the a.m.Ill make a muscle, grab the mic and hustleWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust aLittle rhyme with authority, superiorityAnd captivate the whole crowds majorityThe rhymes I use definitely amuseBetter than dynasty, or hill street bluesIm sure to score adored for more without a flawCause I get raw<break>Everybody get up! (x5)With speech like a reverend, rappers start severingAnd in my lifetime, believe Ive never beenBeaten, or eaten and just tooken outYou know, come to think about it, I keep mcs looking outAnd real nervous when Im at your serviceGive me that title, boy, you dont deserve thisI work like a slave to become a masterAnd when I say a rhyme, you that it has toBe perfectly fitted, cause Im committedThe entertainer and trainer and kanell get with itI go and flow and grow to let you knowI damage ya Im not an amateur but a pro-Fessional a questional without doubt superbSo full of action, my name should be a verbMy voice will float on every noteWhen I clear my throat, thats all she wrote!The minute that the kane starts to go onBelieve its gonna be smooth sailing so onAs I put other rappers out of their miseryGet them in a battle and make them all historyRuling and schooling mcs that Im duelingWatch them all take a fall as I sit back coolingOn my throne, with a bronze microphoneHmm, God bless the child that can hold his ownCause I get raw<break>Aint it good to you? (x3)Documentary: heres an experiment to begin with...Twenty-four sev chilling, killing like a villainThe meaning of raw is ready and willingTo do whatever is clever, take a loss, neverAnd the rhymes I bust, coming off is a mustAnd I come off hard with rhymes that are oddI rip the microphone and leave it scarredNever smoking or hitting or taking a sniffOnly crushing mcs that be trying to riffI get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanicMake mcs panic, they all get franticAnd skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptiveAs I rock but hey, what you expected?Ill get raw for you just like a warriorRapping like a samurai and Ill be damned if iEver let a fisher-price mc hangTheir rhymes are toy, nothing but yin-yangSo if we battle on the microphoneBring your own casket and tombstoneAnd imma preach your funeralTell me who in the worldCould ever come with moreI get raw
