Real Raw

Lyrics

[Intro] How many know what funk is? Raise your hands You ready for this, world? [Verse 1] I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore I'm Craig Mack, comin' in at your backdoor My rhymes hit hard, no games like ping-pong I'm strong (Like who, Craig?), Kong I'm flexin', what's next in, my funk track erection My licks get the kicks like The Chinese Connection Like Damien, the omen son, I won't run I never ran, fryin' MCs like the Sudan Craig Mack is like a loaded four-five Mothers get welfare, fathers won't survive Yo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set I'm ready to eat MCs like spaghetti The C-R-A-I-G Mack is back I've blown the world, well-known, the man's got it sewn Zoom-zoom-zoom, zoom, za-zoom, za-zoom Three years of waiting, now here comes kaboom Back off the steel, kid, let me get my dough You're real slow, get the dick like a homo Got the name, no games, the outlaw I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore [Chorus] I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore [Verse 2] Service with the wild style, freak a smile I'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever Ooh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him Brothers on my jock, a G for per diem MCs that are down, please stay down Craig Mack for president! Fuck around My nature's to hate ya, my style of MCin' To dust and crush, I bust every human bein' Dig it, I'm cool, but one rule, don't act fool My four-fifth's a tool, I have aim Hey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin' Unique technique and style that I am freakin' Peakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor The master, baby, death, okay G? Let's get back to the issue with judicial Weepin' willow grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you I'm concrete, hard as the streets, like pavement Leavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement Surrender, with more ups than Alcindor I'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda [Chorus] I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore (Yeah, check this out) [Verse 3] I belong in a hospital, insane Life fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne A tell-tale, won't fail or get stale 'Cause I'm stuck like braille as I walk on a third rail Manson's my grandson, not so handsome I'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest I'm G with James Brown, give it up or turn me loose I'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus Craig Mack's the brother that attacks at random MCs, I slammed 'em, 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden Raas, bumbaclaat boy, I kill ya MCs, I'm a thriller from here to Manilla Lay down nothin' but facts, jax The blackjack ace to the beatdown max Relax, this is just wax on my single More chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose I'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey A shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me One more score for the war, see ya I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore [Chorus] I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore I get real raw, plus my style is hardcore I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore