Real Raw

[Intro: King T & Sharief]
The Aftermath is ready to work it out
Yo, King T, you ready to work it out?
The Aftermath is ready to work it out
It's Sharief, I'm ready to work it out
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shockin' females cause we are superstars
Let me tell ya

[Verse 1: Sharief]
Ayo, niggas got problems thinkin' they can take Sharief
They'll be leavin' the club with no fronts like Michael Spinks
On a stretcher like a patient from M.A.S.H, head bashed
Babblin about somе niggas just kick that ass
Punch, right, kick that's three strikes you're out
I brutalize a batty boy bеyond a shadow of doubt
And brass knuckles, crazy horse, rugged, rough
[?] poetry, punks

[Verse 2: King T]
They be like, "Who was that with them custom made rhymes?"
West side styles for the mind plus the lyrical wit
A spiritual hit to save the soul
Leave you tremblin' full of holes
Fresh from Comp-town and man I got [?]
Ruged your dialect in affect with cold features
Out West by the beaches with street shit
[It's triflin in the house] well, Sharief is

[Verse 3: Sharief]
I'm from New York, I stock New York with a tomahawk
Leavin' [?] outlined in white chalk after dark
[?] your tape recorder can't handle the repercussion [?]
Strong as an ox outbox any crew
Crush the pebble and burn rap devils, that's hypothetical
I swing a shank in your sector, I stop a crew to come through like a metal detector

[Hook: King T & Sharief]
It's real raw, we givin' you more and more
To east coast, what the fuck is you waitin' for
It's real raw, we givin' you more and more
So down south, what the fuck is you waitin' for
It's real raw, we givin' you more and more
So the midwest, what the fuck is you waitin' for
It's real raw, we givin' you more and more
So west coast, what the fuck is you waitin' for

[Verse 4: King T]
They say the king comes through with the clutch
Can't no man touch what this young man bust, and uh
We won't even discuss who's the shit
I chase MC's like [?] chase [?]
Admit, you was the one who thought your style was legit
And I was the one that called your shit counterfeit
King T got that [?] to pop this bitch
Took a limo to Brooklyn cause I'm rich

[Verse 5: Sharief]
My mind's more [?]
Sound grenades, blowin' up on your tape recorder
Shells dispel, [?]
Camouflage shanks swing, it's like [?] open
Surgical lacerations give seizure
I dig inside your brains without using anesthesia
It's critical condition veins hemorrhage and bust
I'm rubbin' out your name word life, you gettin' snuffed

[Verse 6: King T]
I'm not a beginner, but the winner hands down
Loc is on the mic in the whole fuckin' town
Pick up the mic and let's go a couple rounds you contenders
Fuckin' with the best pound for pound
King T, I'm mashin' through the west coast
A lot of niggas [?] the trigger, but don't come close
I'm servin' all of you fools in less than one rap
Cause all the shit that you woofin', I been there, done that

[Hook: King T & Sharief]
It's real raw, we givin' you more and more
To west coast, what the fuck is you waitin' for
It's real raw, we givin' you more and more
So the midwest, what the fuck is you waitin' for
It's real raw, we givin' you more and more
So down south, what the fuck is you waitin' for
It's real raw, we givin' you more and more
So east coast, what the fuck is you waitin' for