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 phoney MCs 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 MCs 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 smoke you up like a blunt I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi, this age 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 do it for more without a flaw, cause I get raw Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit 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 them seeds looking out I'm 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 *** wrote 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 them in a battle and make them all history Ruling and schooling, MC's that I'm dueling, watch them 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 24-step chilling, killing like a villain The meaning of raw is ready and willing to do whatever is clever Take a loss, never end 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 MC's that be trying to grip I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic, make MC's 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 MC hang Their rhymes are toy, nothing but yin-yang Soulful dabble on the microphone, bring your own casket in tombstone And I'm a preacher of funeral, tell me who in the world could ever come with more I get bored