Lyrics Real Raw - 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
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
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
(Yeah,
check
this
out)
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
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