[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   And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me wit less   I got a skunk, in my trunk   I'm lyin, I got a pump in my trunk   You dyin, how many lumps niggaz want?   Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all   We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw   I stand firm, and it hurts to live it   You open up that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's wit it   Defenders of the fame fast, Concise is a Checkmate   The endin of your life, so prepare for your rest date, c'mon      ("Raw!") ("R.A.W.") ("RAW, RAW!")   ("I'ma give it to ya – raw!") ("R.A.W.")   ("RAW! I'ma give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")   ("RAW! I'ma g-give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")      [Concise]   Let's go.   It's war games and I'm a dominator by nature   Battle machines, chamoflouge greens on your radar   They starvin the artists, bullshit, charge it   Discharge on a target, dearly departed   Raw and uncut, uncooked I'm pure   Price to sell tour, rap sell out stores   Somethin to live for, double my street value   Clear-cut your colony, and balance the economy   I speak in testaments, unleashin pestilence   Light speed, supreme being the Fifth Element   High grade, the most potent, West coast wasps rollin   And build a empire like the Romans   Down by law, raw like a (?)   When I took the bottle to the center of your glass jaw   Defendin number 7, ball ready and write   Most steady on mic, raw like Israel light   Young Lord of the Sound Table, niggaz of the +Knight+   The ruler rough rhyme better known as Concise   We certified original, roll heat   You niggaz is beginners in this rap race runnin with cold feet like.      [Chorus: w/ variations and scratches till fade]