Текст (слова) песни: Big Daddy Kane - Raw 91

"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 mcs, I move on and seize

I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease

Cause Im at my apex and others are below

Nothing but a milliliter, Im a kilo

Second to none, making mcs run

So dont try to step to me, cause I aint the one

I relieve rappers, just like tylenol

And they know it, so I dont see why you all

Try to front, perpetratin a stunt

When you know that Ill smoke you up like a blunt

Im 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.

Ill 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 crowds majority

The rhymes I use definitely amuse

Better than dynasty, or hill street blues

Im 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 mackll move you with

A strong song as long as you groove to this

I keep the crowd loud when youre hyped

Do damage on stage and injure the mic

As I shoot the gift, mcs stand stiff

While my rhymes stick to you like skippy and jif

Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss

The rap soloist - you dont want none of this

Supreme in this era, I reign with terror

When I grab the mic, believe youre gonna hear a

Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them

So lets all sing the big daddy anthem

Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro

An entertaining gain, the kanell never no

Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough

Eeee-even if I stutter ima still come off

Cause rappers cant understand the mics I rip

They sho nuff aint equipped, thats why they got flipped

But my apparatus is up to status

Dont 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 whats 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 thats 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" -- dont even get up

Competition shut up, cause Im 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 aint loud enough

So let the volume increase, never to cease

Ima 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 its me

I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound

Profound its 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!

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[kane] Here I am, r-a-w A terrorist, here to bring trouble to Phony mcs, I move on and seize I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease Cause Im at my apex and others are below Nothing but a milliliter, Im a kilo Second to none, making mcs run So dont try to step to me, cause I aint the one I relieve rappers, just like tylenol And they know it, so I dont see why you all Try to front, perpetratin a stunt When you know that Ill smoke you up like a blunt Im 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. Ill 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 crowds majority The rhymes I use definitely amuse Better than dynasty, or hill street blues Im 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 mackll move you with A strong song as long as you groove to this I keep the crowd loud when youre hyped Do damage on stage and injure the mic As I shoot the gift, mcs stand stiff While my rhymes stick to you like skippy and jif Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss The rap soloist - you dont want none of this Supreme in this era, I reign with terror When I grab the mic, believe youre gonna hear a Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them So lets all sing the big daddy anthem Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro An entertaining gain, the kanell never no Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough Eeee-even if I stutter ima still come off Cause rappers cant understand the mics I rip They sho nuff aint equipped, thats why they got flipped But my apparatus is up to status Dont 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 whats 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 thats 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" -- dont even get up Competition shut up, cause Im 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 aint loud enough So let the volume increase, never to cease Ima 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 its me I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound Profound its 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! 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