[Chorus: 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'ma 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'ma 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*}
[Chorus]
[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 niggaz 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-acap
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