"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 grow like an afro   An entertaining gain, the kane'll never no   Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough   Eeee-even if I stutter i'ma still come off   Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip   They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped   But my apparatus is up to status   Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static   To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head   Put it to bed, so watch what's said   Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone   Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone   I get ill and kill at will   Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill   Just stand still and chill as I build   Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!   "r-a-w" -- don't even get up   Competition shut up, cause I'm raw!      "help me!" (cut and scratched 8x by mister cee)      [kane]   The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach   The blind to find their way from a to z   And be the most and boast the loudest rap   Again, to reign your domain (yeah kane)   The heat is on, so feel the fire   Come off the empire, all the more higher   Level of depth, one step beyond dope   The suckers all scope and hope to cope but nope   Cause I never let em on top of me   I play em out like a game of monopoly   Let em speed around the board like an astro   Then send em to jail for tryin to pass go   Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff   But it still ain't loud enough   So let the volume increase, never to cease   I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease   Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed   Code red cause the rhymes is bein said   By the asiatic printer of raw poetry   No hints or clues, you all know it's me   I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound   Profound it's bound to go down, uhh   A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout   My comp should just drop out   Cause none of them can see me   I leave em winan like their name was bebe or cece   I get raw!