| How many know what funk is? |
| Raise your hands
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| You ready for this world?
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| «I can get real raw.» |
| plus my style is hardcore
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| I’m Craig Mack, comin in at your backdoor
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| My rhymes hit hard, no games like ping-pong
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| I’m strong (like who Craig?) Kong!
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| I’m flexin, what’s next in, my funk track erection
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| My licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection
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| Like Damien, the Omen son, I won’t run
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| I never ran, fryin MC’s like the Sudan
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| Craig Mack is like a loaded four-five
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| Mothers get welfare, fathers won’t survive
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| Yo who can get fierce as fierce can get, get set
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| I’m ready, to eat MC’s like spaghetti
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| The C-R-A-I-G Mack is back
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| I’ve blown the world well known, the man’s got it sewn
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| Zoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom
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| Three years of waiting, now here comes kaboom
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| Back off the STEEL kid, let me get my dough
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| You’re real slow, get the DICK like a homo
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| Got the name, no games, the outlaw
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| I’m real raw, plus my style is hardcore
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| «I can get real raw.» |
| plus my style is hardcore (4X)
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| Service with the wild style, freak a smile
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| I’m crazier than ever, PLEASE pull my lever
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| Oooh I can’t wait, I’m paid, I see him
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| Brothers on my jock, a G for per diem
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| MC’s that are down please stay down.
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| CRAIG MACK FOR PRESIDENT! |
| Fuck around
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| My nature’s to hate ya, my style of MC’in
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| To dust and crush I bust every human bein
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| Dig it, I’m cool but one rule, don’t act fool
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| My four-fifth's a tool, I have aim
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| Hey, hush it down, quiet, I’m speakin
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| Unique technique and style that I am freakin
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| Peakin, speakin like a deacon or a pastor
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| The master, baby, death, okay G?
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| Let’s get back to the issue with judicial
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| Weepin willow grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you
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| I’m concrete, hard as the street, like pavement
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| Leavin heads bleedin, strictly in amazement
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| Surrender, with more 'ups than Alcindor
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| I’ll bend ya, you’re tender, next agenda
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| «I can get real raw.» |
| plus my style is hardcore (4X)
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| Yeah. |
| check this out
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| I belong in a hospital insane
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| Life fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne
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| A telltale won’t fail or get stale
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| Cause I’m stuck like braille as I walk on a 3rd rail
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| Manson’s my grandson, not so handsome
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| I’m grotesque -- FUCK IT -- girls still rub my chest
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| I’m G with James Brown, «Give it Up or Turn Me Loose»
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| I’m terror on the red lines, prank phonin Zeus
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| Craig Mack’s the brother that attacks at random
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| MC’s I slammed em, cause I’m fat as Ralph Cramdem
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| Ras, bumba claat, boy I kill ya
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| MC’s I’m a thriller, from here to Manilla
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| Lay down, nothin but facts, jacks
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| The blackjack ace to the beatdown max
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| Relax, this is just wax on my single
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| More chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle
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| So how do you figure? |
| I’m stronger than your liquor
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| Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose
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| I’m death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey
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| A shark feedin frenzy, on those that tempt me
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| One more score for the war, SEE-YA!
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| I’m real raw, plus my style is hardcore
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| «I can get real raw.» |
| plus my style is hardcore (4X) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Raw, artist - Craig Mack. Album song Project: Funk Da World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп