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"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-WA terrorist, here to bring trouble tophony MC's, I move on and seizeI just conquer and stomp another rapper with easeCause I'm at my apex and others are belowNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kiloSecond to none, making MC's runSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the oneI relieve rappers, just like TylenolAnd they know it, so I don't see why you alltry to front, perpetratin a stuntwhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a bluntI'm 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.I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustleWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust alittle rhyme with authority, superiorityAnd captivate the whole crowd's majorityThe rhymes I use definitely amuseBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street BluesI'm sure to score adored for more without a flawCause I get RAW!"R-A-W" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)[Kane]Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you witha strong song as long as you groove to thisI keep the crowd loud when you're hypedDo damage on stage and injure the micAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiffWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and JifFeel my blunt fist, or my death kissThe rap soloist - you don't want none of thisSupreme in this era, I reign with terrorWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear afascinating rhyme, as I enchant themSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthemGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afroAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never noproblem, I could sneeze sniffle or coughEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come offCause rappers can't understand the mics I ripThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flippedBut my apparatus is up to statusDon't ask who the baddest, or cause staticto make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the headPut it to bed, so watch what's saidSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your toneTake a loss and be forced from the danger zoneI get ill and kill at willTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frillJust stand still and chill as I buildScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!"R-A-W" -- don't even get upCompetition 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 reachthe blind to find their way from A to Zand be the most and boast the loudest rapagain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)The heat is on, so feel the firecome off the empire, all the more higherLevel of depth, one step beyond dopeThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPEcause I never let em on top of meI play em out like a game of MonopolyLet em speed around the board like an astroThen send em to jail for tryin to pass GoShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuffbut it still ain't loud enoughSo let the volume increase, never to ceaseI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like greaseRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bedCode red cause the rhymes is bein saidby the Asiatic printer of raw poetryNo hints or clues, you all know it's meI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the soundprofound it's bound to go down, UHHA lyrical knockout, showin I got cloutMy comp should just drop outCause none of them can see meI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCeI get RAW!more