| Song | Raw |
| Artist | Big Daddy Kane |
| Album | Something from Nothing: The Art of Rap (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 rhymesl flow | |
| So, get up and dance cause kane said so | |
| If you were lounging around it time to get up | |
| Pardon my expression, but ima 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 at | |
| But what youe saying, you wouldn get a point for that | |
| Cause youe 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 youe 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 now new to this, i 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 out to collect | |
| Cash money, cause i get raw | |
| Everybody get up! (x4) | |
| Kane: boy do i hate a... | |
| I coming! (x5) | |
| Here i am, r-a-w | |
| A terrorist, here to bring trouble to | |
| Phony mc, i move on and seize | |
| I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease | |
| Cause i at my apex and others are below | |
| Nothing but a milliliter, i a kilo | |
| Second to none, making mc run | |
| So don try to step to me, cause i ain the one | |
| I relieve rappers just like tylenol | |
| And they know it, so i don see why you all | |
| Try to front, perpetrating a stunt | |
| When you know that il smoke you up like a blunt | |
| I 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. | |
| Il 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 majority | |
| The rhymes i use definitely amuse | |
| Better than dynasty, or hill street blues | |
| I sure to score adored for more without a flaw | |
| Cause i get raw | |
| Everybody get up! (x5) | |
| With speech like a reverend, rappers start severing | |
| And in my lifetime, believe ie never been | |
| Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out | |
| You know, come to think about it, i keep mc looking out | |
| And real nervous when i at your service | |
| Give me that title, boy, you don 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 committed | |
| The entertainer and trainer and kanel get with it | |
| I go and flow and grow to let you know | |
| I damage ya i not an amateur but a pro- | |
| Fessional a questional 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 all she wrote! | |
| The minute that the kane starts to go on | |
| Believe it 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 that i 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 | |
| Ain it good to you? (x3) | |
| Documentary: here 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 that be trying to riff | |
| I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic | |
| Make mc panic, they all get frantic | |
| And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive | |
| As i rock but hey, what you expected? | |
| Il get raw for you just like a warrior | |
| Rapping like a samurai and il 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 ima preach your funeral | |
| Tell me who in the world | |
| Could ever come with more | |
| I get raw |
| Since the faroff 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 l flow | |
| So, get up and dance cause kane said so | |
| If you were lounging around it time to get up | |
| Pardon my expression, but i ma 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 at | |
| But what you e saying, you wouldn get a point for that | |
| Cause you e 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 e rocking, how many shows you get? | |
| All your vocals go local on the mic | |
| Mines go a great distance, like at t | |
| I now new to this, i 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 out to collect | |
| Cash money, cause i get raw | |
| Everybody get up! x4 | |
| Kane: boy do i hate a... | |
| I coming! x5 | |
| Here i am, raw | |
| A terrorist, here to bring trouble to | |
| Phony mc, i move on and seize | |
| I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease | |
| Cause i at my apex and others are below | |
| Nothing but a milliliter, i a kilo | |
| Second to none, making mc run | |
| So don try to step to me, cause i ain the one | |
| I relieve rappers just like tylenol | |
| And they know it, so i don see why you all | |
| Try to front, perpetrating a stunt | |
| When you know that i l smoke you up like a blunt | |
| I 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 l 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 majority | |
| The rhymes i use definitely amuse | |
| Better than dynasty, or hill street blues | |
| I sure to score adored for more without a flaw | |
| Cause i get raw | |
| Everybody get up! x5 | |
| With speech like a reverend, rappers start severing | |
| And in my lifetime, believe i e never been | |
| Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out | |
| You know, come to think about it, i keep mc looking out | |
| And real nervous when i at your service | |
| Give me that title, boy, you don 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 committed | |
| The entertainer and trainer and kane l get with it | |
| I go and flow and grow to let you know | |
| I damage ya i not an amateur but a pro | |
| Fessional a questional 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 all she wrote! | |
| The minute that the kane starts to go on | |
| Believe it 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 that i 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 | |
| Ain it good to you? x3 | |
| Documentary: here an experiment to begin with... | |
| Twentyfour 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 that be trying to riff | |
| I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic | |
| Make mc panic, they all get frantic | |
| And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive | |
| As i rock but hey, what you expected? | |
| I l get raw for you just like a warrior | |
| Rapping like a samurai and i l be damned if i | |
| Ever let a fisherprice mc hang | |
| Their rhymes are toy, nothing but yinyang | |
| So if we battle on the microphone | |
| Bring your own casket and tombstone | |
| And i ma preach your funeral | |
| Tell me who in the world | |
| Could ever come with more | |
| I get raw |
| Since the faroff 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 l flow | |
| So, get up and dance cause kane said so | |
| If you were lounging around it time to get up | |
| Pardon my expression, but i ma 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 at | |
| But what you e saying, you wouldn get a point for that | |
| Cause you e 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 e rocking, how many shows you get? | |
| All your vocals go local on the mic | |
| Mines go a great distance, like at t | |
| I now new to this, i 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 out to collect | |
| Cash money, cause i get raw | |
| Everybody get up! x4 | |
| Kane: boy do i hate a... | |
| I coming! x5 | |
| Here i am, raw | |
| A terrorist, here to bring trouble to | |
| Phony mc, i move on and seize | |
| I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease | |
| Cause i at my apex and others are below | |
| Nothing but a milliliter, i a kilo | |
| Second to none, making mc run | |
| So don try to step to me, cause i ain the one | |
| I relieve rappers just like tylenol | |
| And they know it, so i don see why you all | |
| Try to front, perpetrating a stunt | |
| When you know that i l smoke you up like a blunt | |
| I 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 l 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 majority | |
| The rhymes i use definitely amuse | |
| Better than dynasty, or hill street blues | |
| I sure to score adored for more without a flaw | |
| Cause i get raw | |
| Everybody get up! x5 | |
| With speech like a reverend, rappers start severing | |
| And in my lifetime, believe i e never been | |
| Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out | |
| You know, come to think about it, i keep mc looking out | |
| And real nervous when i at your service | |
| Give me that title, boy, you don 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 committed | |
| The entertainer and trainer and kane l get with it | |
| I go and flow and grow to let you know | |
| I damage ya i not an amateur but a pro | |
| Fessional a questional 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 all she wrote! | |
| The minute that the kane starts to go on | |
| Believe it 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 that i 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 | |
| Ain it good to you? x3 | |
| Documentary: here an experiment to begin with... | |
| Twentyfour 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 that be trying to riff | |
| I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic | |
| Make mc panic, they all get frantic | |
| And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive | |
| As i rock but hey, what you expected? | |
| I l get raw for you just like a warrior | |
| Rapping like a samurai and i l be damned if i | |
| Ever let a fisherprice mc hang | |
| Their rhymes are toy, nothing but yinyang | |
| So if we battle on the microphone | |
| Bring your own casket and tombstone | |
| And i ma preach your funeral | |
| Tell me who in the world | |
| Could ever come with more | |
| I get raw |