Real Raw lyrics

Artist  : Craig Mack 
Song : Real Raw



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[Craig Mack]
How many know what funk is? Raise
your hands
You ready for this world?

"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 MC's 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 MC's 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

"I can
get real raw.." plus my style is hardcore
(4X)

Service with the wild style, freak a
smile
I'm crazier than ever, PLEASE pull my
lever
Oooh I can't wait, I'm paid, I see
him
Brothers on my jock, a G for
padium
MC's that are down please stay
down..
CRAIG MACK FOR PRESIDENT! Fuck
around
My nature's to hate ya, my style of
MC'in
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
street, like pavement
Leavin heads bleedin,
strictly in amazement
Surrender, with more
'ups than Alcindor
I'll bend ya, you're
tender, next agenda

"I can get real raw.."
plus my style is hardcore (4X)

Yeah.. check
this out
I belong in a hospital insane
Life
fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne
A
telltale won't fail or get stale
Cause I'm
stuck like braille as I walk on a 3rd
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
MC's I
slammed em, cause I'm fat as Ralph
Cramdem
Ras, bumba claat, boy I kill
ya
MC's I'm a thriller, from here to
Manilla
Lay down, nothin but facts,
jacks
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

"I can get real raw.." plus my
style is hardcore (4X)