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