Big Daddy Kane - Raw (Official Music Video) with lyrics [ SUPREME HIP HOP ]

• published: 11 Dec 2014
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LYRICS: [Here it comes...] [Documentary sample: Since the far-off days when man first heard a scratchy noise On a cylindrical drum accompanied by staccato human tones It has been his aim to add breadth and depth, to give realism And spaciousness, and, even where it applies, to convey actual movement] Intro: I start to go, my rhymes'll flow So, get up and dance cause Kane said so If you were lounging around it's time to get up Pardon my expression, but I'mma tear shit up I appear right here, and scare and dare, a mere musketeer That would dare to compare, I do declare Getting busy is where it's at But what you're saying, you wouldn't get a point for that Cause you're a featherweight, and your rhymes you carry light But I drop bass just like Barry White So how could you think that you pose a threat? You say you're rocking, how many shows you get? All your vocals go local on the M-I-C Mines go a great distance, like AT&T; I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, nothing you can do to this Fuck around with Kane and come out black and blue for this So, yo, go for what you know Attempt to debate so I can humiliate We can go rhyme for rhyme, word for word, verse for verse Get you a nurse, too late, get you a hearse To take you to your burial ground Because the Big Daddy Kane always throws down Correct, I get respect, I'm out to collect Cash money, cause I get raw [Break] Everybody get up! (x4) Kane: boy do I hate a... I'm coming! (x5) Here I am, R-A-W A terrorist, here to bring trouble to Phony MC's, I move on and seize I just conquer and stomp 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 MC's run So 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 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 I'll 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 crowd's majority The rhymes I use definitely amuse Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw Cause I get raw [Break] Everybody get up! (x5) With 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 MC's looking out And real nervous when I'm at your service 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 that it has to 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 damage ya I'm not an amateur but a pro- -fessional 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 she wrote! The minute that the Kane 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 a bronze microphone Hmm, God bless the child that can hold his own Cause I get raw [Break] Ain't it good to you? (x3) Documentary: here's an experiment to begin with... Twenty-four sev 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 is 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 riff 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 raw for you just like a warrior Rapping 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 So if we battle on the microphone Bring your own casket and tombstone And I'mma preach your funeral Tell me who in the world could ever come with more I get raw