I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming Here I am, R-A-W, a terrorist, here to bring trouble to phony and C's I move on and seize, I just conquer and solve 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 emcees run so don't try to step to me Cause I ain't the one, I believe 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, this stage of rage is what rap did to me To make me wanna create chaos and mayhem, cold rock a party until the AM I'll make a muscle, *** the mic 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, definitely amuse, better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues I'm sure to score and door for more without a floor, cause I get raw I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severing And in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten or eaten and just tooken out You know, come to think about it, I keep emcees looking out and real nervous when I'm at your service So 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 to be perfectly fitted Cause I'm committed, the entertainer and trainer and cane are getting with it I go and flow and grow, to let you know I'm a damager, I'm not an amateur But a professional, unquestionable, without doubt superb So full of action, my name should be a verb, my voice will float on every note When I clear my throat, that's all, *** road The minute that the cane starts to go on, believe it's gonna be smooth sailing, so on As I put other rappers out of their misery, get em in a battle and make them more history Ruling and schooling, emcees that I'm dueling, watch em all take a fall As I sit back, cooling on my throne, with the bronze microphone God bless the child that can hold his own, cause I get raw Ain't it good? Ain't it good? Ain't it good? Ain't it good? Ain't it good? 24-step chilling, killing like a villain The meaning of raw is ready and willing to do whatever is clever Take a loss never, and the rhymes I bust coming off as a must And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd I rip the microphone and leave it scarred Never smoking, or hitting, or taking a sniff Only crushing emcees that be trying to rip I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic, make emcees panic They all get frantic and skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive As I rock, but hey, what you expected? I'll get bored for you, just like a warrior, rather like a samurai And I'll be damned if I ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang Their rhymes are toy, nothing but yin-yang Tour for battle on the microphone, bring your own casket and tombstone And I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world could ever come with more? I get bored