Verse One:

Here I am . . . R-A-W

terrorist, here to bring trouble to

phoney emcees, I move on and sieze

I just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease

Cause I'm at my apex and others are be-low

nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo

Second to none, making emcees run

Also 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 want to create chaos and mayhem

cold rock a party, until the A.M.

I'll make a muscle, grab the mike 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 definately amuse

better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues

I'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw

Cause I get RAW!

Verse Two:

I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin

and in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten

or eaten, or just tookin out

you know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out

And real nervous, when I'm at your service

Also 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 ta

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

Also 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 sail on

As I put other rappers out of their misery

Get em in a battle and make them all history

Rulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin

watch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin

on a throne, with a bronze microphone

Uhm, God bless the child that can hold his own

Cause I get raw!

Verse Three:

chillin, killin 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, comin off is a must

And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd

I rip the microphone and leave it scarred

Never smokin or hittin or takin a sniff

Only crushin emcees that be tryin to riff

I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic

make emcees panic, they all get frantic

And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive

As I rocked, but hey, what you expected?

I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior

rather like a samurai, and I;ll be damn if I

ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang

their rhymes are toy, nothing but ying 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