(feat. Checkmate, Concise, DJ Revolution)



[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

And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me wit less

I got a skunk, in my trunk

I'm lyin, I got a pump in my trunk

You dyin, how many lumps niggaz want?

Who's ready for y'all?  We ready for y'all

We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw

I stand firm, and it hurts to live it

You open up that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's wit it

Defenders of the fame fast, Concise is a Checkmate

The endin of your life, so prepare for your rest date, c'mon



("Raw!") ("R.A.W.") ("RAW, RAW!")

("I'ma give it to ya – raw!") ("R.A.W.")

("RAW! I'ma give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")

("RAW! I'ma g-give it to ya - raw!") ("R.A.W.")



[Concise]

Let's go.

It's war games and I'm a dominator by nature

Battle machines, chamoflouge greens on your radar

They starvin the artists, bullshit, charge it

Discharge on a target, dearly departed

Raw and uncut, uncooked I'm pure

Price to sell tour, rap sell out stores

Somethin to live for, double my street value

Clear-cut your colony, and balance the economy

I speak in testaments, unleashin pestilence

Light speed, supreme being the Fifth Element

High grade, the most potent, West coast wasps rollin

And build a empire like the Romans

Down by law, raw like a (?)

When I took the bottle to the center of your glass jaw

Defendin number 7, ball ready and write

Most steady on mic, raw like Israel light

Young Lord of the Sound Table, niggaz of the +Knight+

The ruler rough rhyme better known as Concise

We certified original, roll heat

You niggaz is beginners in this rap race runnin with cold feet like.



[Chorus: w/ variations and scratches till fade]