R.A.W.

[Hook: scratches by DJ Revolution] {"Raw!"} {"R.A.W."} {"Give it to ya - raw!"} {"R.A.W."} {"Give it to ya - raw!"} {"R.A.W."} {"Give it to ya - raw!"} {"R.A.W."} {"Give it to ya - raw!"} {"Gon' give it to ya.."} [Checkmate] Raw.. love and war I'mma give it to ya.. let's go.. Raw, imperial cats is wieldin instrumental war Rap tactical macks perform unspeakable acts And hope on vengeance, exposin your pretenders To the laws and battle nature performance under the gun And we move, with maximum efficiency to your redundant And shake, we dominate 'em on old fashion, break 'em with a power Like glass jaws, fresh we outta grammar inflict force We grapple your mental with word tentacles sick Manipulate your heart rate through brain chemicles slick I slide through like lubrication on a Latex Fuckin your thought process hard like date-rape sex Smokin cigarettes slow and once your cherry glow red Cause I'mma see the satisfaction in the end My caliber big time designed to be fatal And crush a nigga windpipes slow with my cables They feel this soloist soon, this cat controllin the womb I'm movin cracks like they body consume Certified but my ability's skill, license to kill And carry the heavy weaponry, ill like pentetiaries RAW! {*echoes*} [Hook] [Royce Da 5'9"] Yo.. it's several different levels to pickin up shovels And dumpin you in ditches under sea level, frontin you can witness Let me refreshin you niggas tell you my position in this Beef! Leavin you under Venice, opposition finished! Here it is, we invaded created a Pyramid Of a Haven of names, so blame Dre and that ear of his So {*heavy breathing*} breathe, I'd rather REACH for your neck And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me wit less I got a skunk, in my trunk I'm lyin, I got a pump in my trunk You dyin, how many lumps niggas want? Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw I stand firm, and it hurts to live it You open up that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's wit it Defenders of the fame fast, Concise is a Checkmate The endin of your life, so prepare for your rest date, c'mon {"Raw!"} {"R.A.W."} {"RAW, RAW!"} {"I'ma give it to ya - raw!"} {"R.A.W."} {"RAW! I'mma give it to ya - raw!"} {"R.A.W."} {"RAW! I'mma g-give it to ya - raw!"} {"R.A.W."} [Concise] Let's go It's war games and I'm a dominator by nature Battle machines, chamoflouge greens on your radar They starvin the artists, bullshit, charge it Discharge on a target, dearly departed Raw and uncut, uncooked I'm pure Price to sell tour, rap sell out stores Somethin to live for, double my street value Clear-cut your colony, and balance the economy I speak in testaments, unleashin pestilence Light speed, supreme being the Fifth Element High grade, the most potent, West coast wasps rollin And build a empire like the Romans Down by law, raw like a (?) When I took the bottle to the center of your glass jaw Defendin number 7, ball ready and write Most steady on mic, raw like Israel light Young Lord of the Sound Table, niggas of the +Knight+ The ruler rough rhyme better known as Concise We certified original, roll heat You niggas is beginners in this rap race runnin with cold feet like [Hook] - w/ variations and scratches till fade