Real Raw

[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