Real Raw Lyrics - Singles - 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 

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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 

I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore 

I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore 

I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore 

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 

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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 streets 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 

I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore 

I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore 

I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore 

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I belong in a hospital, insane 

Life fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne 

I 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 Kramden 

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 raw, plus my style is hardcore 

I can 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