[{"id":29826358,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Best Of Big Daddy Kane","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Best Of Big Daddy Kane\n duration_ms: 251000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":74138,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"The Best of Big Daddy Kane","duration":68.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: The Best of Big Daddy Kane\n duration_ms: 68000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":14793012,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"The Very Best of Big Daddy Kane","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nphony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\ntry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nwhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nlittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\na strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nfascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nproblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nto make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nthe blind to find their way from A to Z\nand be the most and boast the loudest rap\nagain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\ncome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\ncause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nbut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nby the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nprofound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: The Very Best of Big Daddy Kane\n duration_ms: 248000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n when you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n a strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n to make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n the blind to find their way from A to Z\n and be the most and boast the loudest rap\n again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n but it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n by the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":27615268,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"The Very Best of Big Daddy Kane","duration":251.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: The Very Best of Big Daddy Kane\n duration_ms: 251000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":37715645,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"The Very Best of Big Daddy Kane (Compilation)","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: The Very Best of Big Daddy Kane (Compilation)\n duration_ms: 248000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":22043511,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"BIG DADDY KANE","albumName":"Kane","duration":248.946958,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: BIG DADDY KANE\n album: Kane\n duration_ms: 248947\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":21818986,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Raw","duration":242.134333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Raw\n duration_ms: 242134\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":29013077,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Raw","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Raw\n duration_ms: 248000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":31592523,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Long Live The Kane","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Long Live The Kane\n duration_ms: 345000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":10692368,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Long Live The Kane","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nphony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step 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below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n when you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n a strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n to make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n the blind to find their way from A to Z\n and be the most and boast the loudest rap\n again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n but it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n by the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":36657987,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Long Live The Kane","duration":348.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Long Live The Kane\n duration_ms: 348000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":21685002,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Raw (12\")","duration":242.134333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Raw (12\")\n duration_ms: 242134\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":35550903,"name":"Raw","trackName":"Raw","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"12\" Raw","duration":242.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nLittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\nA strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nFascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nProblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nTo make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nThe blind to find their way from A to Z\nAnd be the most and boast the loudest rap\nAgain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\nCome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\nCause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nBut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nBy the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nProfound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: 12\" Raw\n duration_ms: 242000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n Little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n A strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n Fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n Problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n To make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n The blind to find their way from A to Z\n And be the most and boast the loudest rap\n Again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n Come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n Cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n But it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n By the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n Profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":2195931,"name":"Raw - Remix","trackName":"Raw - Remix","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Long Live the Kane","duration":345.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse 1:)\n\nHere I am . . . R-A-W\nTerrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhoney emcees, I move on and sieze\nI just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making emcees run\nAlso don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetrating a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nThe Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\nWith authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definately amuse\nBetter than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n(Verse 2:)\n\nI give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\nAnd in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\nOr eaten, or just tookin out\nYou know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\nAnd real nervous, when I'm at your service\nAlso give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\nI work like a slave to become a master\nAnd when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\nBe perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\nThe entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\nI go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\nI'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\nAlso full of action, my name should be a verb\nMy voice will float, on every note\nWhen I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\nThe minute that the Kane starts to go on\nBelieve it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\nAs I put other rappers out of their misery\nGet em in a battle and make them all history\nRulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\nWatch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\nOn a throne, with a bronze microphone\nUhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\nCause I get raw!\n\n(Verse 3:)\n\nChillin, killin like a villain\nThe meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\nTo do whatever is clever, take a loss never\nAnd the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\nAnd I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\nI rip the microphone and leave it scarred\nNever smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\nOnly crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\nI get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\nMake emcees panic, they all get frantic\nAnd skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\nAs I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\nI'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\nRather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\nEver let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\nTheir rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\nSo if we battle on the microphone\nBring your own casket and tombstone\nAnd I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\nCould ever come with more, I get RAW!","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] Here it comes\n[00:02.19] Since the far-off days when man first heard a scratchy noise\n[00:05.69] On a cylindrical drum accompanied by staccato human tones\n[00:09.46] It has been his aim to add breadth and depth, to give realism\n[00:13.36] And spaciousness, and, even where it applies, to convey actual movement\n[00:17.73] Intro, I start to go, my rhymes'll flow\n[00:20.05] So, get up and dance 'cause Kane said so\n[00:22.24] If you were lounging around, it's time to get up\n[00:24.42] Pardon my expression, but I'ma tear shit up\n[00:26.67] I appear right here, and scare and dare, a mere musketeer\n[00:29.28] That would dare to compare, I do declare\n[00:31.40] Gettin' busy is where it's at\n[00:33.14] But what you're saying, you wouldn't get a point for that\n[00:35.20] 'Cause you're a featherweight, and your rhymes you carry light\n[00:37.47] But I drop bass just like Barry White\n[00:39.56] So how could you think that you pose a threat?\n[00:41.77] You say you're rocking, how many shows you get?\n[00:43.87] All your vocals go local on the M-I-C\n[00:45.93] Mines go a great distance, like AT&T\n[00:48.20] I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, nothin' you can do to this\n[00:50.53] Fuck around with Kane and come out black and blue for this\n[00:52.80] So, yo, go for what you know\n[00:54.82] Attempt to debate so I can humiliate\n[00:56.73] We can go rhyme for rhyme, word for word, verse for verse\n[00:59.04] Get you a nurse, too late, get you a hearse\n[01:01.24] To take you to your burial ground\n[01:03.21] Because the Big Daddy Kane always throws down\n[01:05.56] Correct, I get respect, I'm out to collect\n[01:07.78] Cash money, 'cause I get raw\n[01:09.46] Everybody get up\n[01:13.39] Everybody get up\n[01:17.67] Everybody get up\n[01:22.05] Everybody get up\n[01:23.98] (Boy, do I hate a...)\n[01:25.64] I'm comin'\n[01:29.72] I'm comin'\n[01:31.82] I'm comin'\n[01:33.98] I'm comin', I'm comin'\n[01:35.47] Here I am, R-A-W\n[01:38.44] A terrorist, here to bring 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amuse\n[02:21.29] Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n[02:23.53] I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n[02:26.22] 'Cause I get raw\n[02:27.18] Everybody get up\n[02:31.29] Everybody get up\n[02:35.50] Everybody get up\n[02:39.71] Everybody get up\n[02:44.12] Everybody get up\n[02:45.12] Give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severing\n[02:47.40] And in my lifetime, believe I've never been\n[02:49.69] Beaten, or eaten and just tooken out\n[02:51.56] You know, come to think about it, I keep MC's lookin' out\n[02:54.16] And real nervous when I'm at your service\n[02:56.04] Give me that title, boy, you don't deserve this\n[02:58.21] I work like a slave to become a master\n[03:00.27] And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has to\n[03:02.51] Be perfectly fitted, 'cause I'm committed\n[03:04.52] The entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\n[03:06.74] I go and flow and grow to let you know\n[03:08.94] I damage ya, I'm not an amateur but a pro\n[03:10.91] 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R-A-W\n Terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phoney emcees, I move on and sieze\n I just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making emcees run\n Also don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetrating a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n The Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\n With authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definately amuse\n Better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n (Verse 2:)\n\n I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\n And in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\n Or eaten, or just tookin out\n You know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\n And real nervous, when I'm at your service\n Also give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\n I work like a slave to become a master\n And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\n Be perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\n The entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\n I go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\n I'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\n Also full of action, my name should be a verb\n My voice will float, on every note\n When I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\n The minute that the Kane starts to go on\n Believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\n As I put other rappers out of their misery\n Get em in a battle and make them all history\n Rulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\n Watch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\n On a throne, with a bronze microphone\n Uhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\n Cause I get raw!\n\n (Verse 3:)\n\n Chillin, killin like a villain\n The meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\n To do whatever is clever, take a loss never\n And the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\n And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\n I rip the microphone and leave it scarred\n Never smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\n Only crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\n I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\n Make emcees panic, they all get frantic\n And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\n As I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\n I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\n Rather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\n Ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\n Their rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\n So if we battle on the microphone\n Bring your own casket and tombstone\n And I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\n Could ever come with more, I get RAW!\n"},{"id":19158173,"name":"Raw (Remix)","trackName":"Raw (Remix)","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Long Live the Kane","duration":348.133878,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse 1:)\n\nHere I am . . . R-A-W\nTerrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhoney emcees, I move on and sieze\nI just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making emcees run\nAlso don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetrating a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nThe Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\nWith authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definately amuse\nBetter than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n(Verse 2:)\n\nI give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\nAnd in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\nOr eaten, or just tookin out\nYou know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\nAnd real nervous, when I'm at your service\nAlso give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\nI work like a slave to become a master\nAnd when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\nBe perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\nThe entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\nI go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\nI'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\nAlso full of action, my name should be a verb\nMy voice will float, on every note\nWhen I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\nThe minute that the Kane starts to go on\nBelieve it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\nAs I put other rappers out of their misery\nGet em in a battle and make them all history\nRulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\nWatch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\nOn a throne, with a bronze microphone\nUhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\nCause I get raw!\n\n(Verse 3:)\n\nChillin, killin like a villain\nThe meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\nTo do whatever is clever, take a loss never\nAnd the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\nAnd I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\nI rip the microphone and leave it scarred\nNever smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\nOnly crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\nI get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\nMake emcees panic, they all get frantic\nAnd skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\nAs I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\nI'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\nRather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\nEver let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\nTheir rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\nSo if we battle on the microphone\nBring your own casket and tombstone\nAnd I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\nCould ever come with more, I get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw (Remix)\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Long Live the Kane\n duration_ms: 348134\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Verse 1:)\n\n Here I am . . . R-A-W\n Terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phoney emcees, I move on and sieze\n I just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making emcees run\n Also don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetrating a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n The Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\n With authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definately amuse\n Better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n (Verse 2:)\n\n I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\n And in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\n Or eaten, or just tookin out\n You know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\n And real nervous, when I'm at your service\n Also give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\n I work like a slave to become a master\n And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\n Be perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\n The entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\n I go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\n I'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\n Also full of action, my name should be a verb\n My voice will float, on every note\n When I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\n The minute that the Kane starts to go on\n Believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\n As I put other rappers out of their misery\n Get em in a battle and make them all history\n Rulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\n Watch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\n On a throne, with a bronze microphone\n Uhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\n Cause I get raw!\n\n (Verse 3:)\n\n Chillin, killin like a villain\n The meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\n To do whatever is clever, take a loss never\n And the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\n And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\n I rip the microphone and leave it scarred\n Never smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\n Only crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\n I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\n Make emcees panic, they all get frantic\n And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\n As I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\n I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\n Rather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\n Ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\n Their rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\n So if we battle on the microphone\n Bring your own casket and tombstone\n And I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\n Could ever come with more, I get RAW!\n"},{"id":21987092,"name":"Raw (remix)","trackName":"Raw (remix)","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Long Live the Kane","duration":350.336125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse 1:)\n\nHere I am . . . R-A-W\nTerrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhoney emcees, I move on and sieze\nI just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making emcees run\nAlso don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetrating a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nThe Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\nWith authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definately amuse\nBetter than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n(Verse 2:)\n\nI give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\nAnd in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\nOr eaten, or just tookin out\nYou know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\nAnd real nervous, when I'm at your service\nAlso give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\nI work like a slave to become a master\nAnd when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\nBe perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\nThe entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\nI go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\nI'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\nAlso full of action, my name should be a verb\nMy voice will float, on every note\nWhen I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\nThe minute that the Kane starts to go on\nBelieve it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\nAs I put other rappers out of their misery\nGet em in a battle and make them all history\nRulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\nWatch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\nOn a throne, with a bronze microphone\nUhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\nCause I get raw!\n\n(Verse 3:)\n\nChillin, killin like a villain\nThe meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\nTo do whatever is clever, take a loss never\nAnd the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\nAnd I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\nI rip the microphone and leave it scarred\nNever smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\nOnly crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\nI get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\nMake emcees panic, they all get frantic\nAnd skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\nAs I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\nI'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\nRather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\nEver let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\nTheir rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\nSo if we battle on the microphone\nBring your own casket and tombstone\nAnd I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\nCould ever come with more, I get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw (remix)\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Long Live the Kane\n duration_ms: 350336\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Verse 1:)\n\n Here I am . . . R-A-W\n Terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phoney emcees, I move on and sieze\n I just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making emcees run\n Also don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetrating a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n The Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\n With authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definately amuse\n Better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n (Verse 2:)\n\n I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\n And in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\n Or eaten, or just tookin out\n You know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\n And real nervous, when I'm at your service\n Also give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\n I work like a slave to become a master\n And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\n Be perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\n The entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\n I go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\n I'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\n Also full of action, my name should be a verb\n My voice will float, on every note\n When I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\n The minute that the Kane starts to go on\n Believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\n As I put other rappers out of their misery\n Get em in a battle and make them all history\n Rulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\n Watch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\n On a throne, with a bronze microphone\n Uhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\n Cause I get raw!\n\n (Verse 3:)\n\n Chillin, killin like a villain\n The meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\n To do whatever is clever, take a loss never\n And the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\n And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\n I rip the microphone and leave it scarred\n Never smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\n Only crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\n I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\n Make emcees panic, they all get frantic\n And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\n As I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\n I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\n Rather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\n Ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\n Their rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\n So if we battle on the microphone\n Bring your own casket and tombstone\n And I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\n Could ever come with more, I get RAW!\n"},{"id":21800093,"name":"Raw (Rmx)","trackName":"Raw (Rmx)","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Long Live The Kane","duration":348.26449,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse 1:)\n\nHere I am . . . R-A-W\nterrorist, here to bring trouble to\nphoney emcees, I move on and sieze\nI just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\nnothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making emcees run\nAlso don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers just like Tylenol\nand they know it, so I don't see why you all\ntry to front, perpetrating a stunt\nwhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nThe Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create chaos and mayhem\ncold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\nwhile you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\nwith authority, superiority\nand captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definately amuse\nbetter than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n(Verse 2:)\n\nI give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\nand in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\nor eaten, or just tookin out\nyou know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\nAnd real nervous, when I'm at your service\nAlso give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\nI work like a slave to become a master\nAnd when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\nbe perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\nthe entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\nI go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\nI'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\nAlso full of action, my name should be a verb\nMy voice will float, on every note\nwhen I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\nThe minute that the Kane starts to go on\nbelieve it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\nAs I put other rappers out of their misery\nGet em in a battle and make them all history\nRulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\nwatch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\non a throne, with a bronze microphone\nUhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\nCause I get raw!\n\n(Verse 3:)\n\nchillin, killin like a villain\nthe meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\nto do whatever is clever, take a loss never\nAnd the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\nAnd I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\nI rip the microphone and leave it scarred\nNever smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\nOnly crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\nI get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\nmake emcees panic, they all get frantic\nAnd skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\nAs I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\nI'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\nrather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\never let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\ntheir rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\nSo if we battle on the microphone\nbring your own casket and tombstone\nAnd I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\ncould ever come with more, I get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw (Rmx)\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Long Live The Kane\n duration_ms: 348264\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Verse 1:)\n\n Here I am . . . R-A-W\n terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n phoney emcees, I move on and sieze\n I just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\n nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making emcees run\n Also don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers just like Tylenol\n and they know it, so I don't see why you all\n try to front, perpetrating a stunt\n when you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n The Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create chaos and mayhem\n cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\n while you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\n with authority, superiority\n and captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definately amuse\n better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n (Verse 2:)\n\n I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\n and in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\n or eaten, or just tookin out\n you know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\n And real nervous, when I'm at your service\n Also give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\n I work like a slave to become a master\n And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\n be perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\n the entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\n I go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\n I'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\n Also full of action, my name should be a verb\n My voice will float, on every note\n when I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\n The minute that the Kane starts to go on\n believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\n As I put other rappers out of their misery\n Get em in a battle and make them all history\n Rulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\n watch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\n on a throne, with a bronze microphone\n Uhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\n Cause I get raw!\n\n (Verse 3:)\n\n chillin, killin like a villain\n the meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\n to do whatever is clever, take a loss never\n And the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\n And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\n I rip the microphone and leave it scarred\n Never smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\n Only crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\n I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\n make emcees panic, they all get frantic\n And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\n As I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\n I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\n rather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\n ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\n their rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\n So if we battle on the microphone\n bring your own casket and tombstone\n And I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\n could ever come with more, I get RAW!\n"},{"id":11865515,"name":"Raw (1988)","trackName":"Raw (1988)","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Long Live The Kane","duration":248.927333,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"\"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n\"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n[Kane]\nHere I am, R-A-W\nA terrorist, here to bring trouble to\nphony MC's, I move on and seize\nI just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are below\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making MC's run\nSo don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\ntry to front, perpetratin a stunt\nwhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nTo stage a rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\nlittle rhyme with authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definitely amuse\nBetter than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n\"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n[Kane]\nAttact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\na strong song as long as you groove to this\nI keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\nDo damage on stage and injure the mic\nAs I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\nWhile my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\nFeel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\nThe rap soloist - you don't want none of this\nSupreme in this era, I reign with terror\nWhen I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\nfascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\nSo let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\nGo with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\nAn entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\nproblem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\nEeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\nCause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\nThey sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\nBut my apparatus is up to status\nDon't ask who the baddest, or cause static\nto make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\nPut it to bed, so watch what's said\nSave the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\nTake a loss and be forced from the danger zone\nI get ill and kill at will\nTeachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\nJust stand still and chill as I build\nScience I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n\"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\nCompetition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n\"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n[Kane]\nThe man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\nthe blind to find their way from A to Z\nand be the most and boast the loudest rap\nagain, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\nThe heat is on, so feel the fire\ncome off the empire, all the more higher\nLevel of depth, one step beyond dope\nThe suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\ncause I never let em on top of me\nI play em out like a game of Monopoly\nLet em speed around the board like an astro\nThen send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\nShakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\nbut it still ain't loud enough\nSo let the volume increase, never to cease\nI'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\nRippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\nCode red cause the rhymes is bein said\nby the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\nNo hints or clues, you all know it's me\nI go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\nprofound it's bound to go down, UHH\nA lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\nMy comp should just drop out\nCause none of them can see me\nI leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\nI get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw (1988)\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Long Live The Kane\n duration_ms: 248927\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n \"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!\" -> Chuck D\n \"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.\"\n\n [Kane]\n Here I am, R-A-W\n A terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n phony MC's, I move on and seize\n I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are below\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making MC's run\n So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n try to front, perpetratin a stunt\n when you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n To stage a rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a\n little rhyme with authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definitely amuse\n Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n \"R-A-W\" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X)\n\n [Kane]\n Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with\n a strong song as long as you groove to this\n I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped\n Do damage on stage and injure the mic\n As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff\n While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif\n Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss\n The rap soloist - you don't want none of this\n Supreme in this era, I reign with terror\n When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a\n fascinating rhyme, as I enchant them\n So let's all sing the Big Daddy anthem\n Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro\n An entertaining gain, the Kane'll never no\n problem, I could sneeze sniffle or cough\n Eeee-even if I stutter I'ma still come off\n Cause rappers can't understand the mics I rip\n They sho' nuff ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped\n But my apparatus is up to status\n Don't ask who the baddest, or cause static\n to make or break or take em, my rhymes hit the head\n Put it to bed, so watch what's said\n Save the bass for the piper, rearrange your tone\n Take a loss and be forced from the danger zone\n I get ill and kill at will\n Teachin a skill that's real, yeah no frill\n Just stand still and chill as I build\n Science I drill until my rhymes fill your head up!\n \"R-A-W\" -- don't even get up\n Competition shut up, cause I'm RAW!\n\n \"Help me!\" (cut and scratched 8X by Mister Cee)\n\n [Kane]\n The man at hand to rule and school to teach and reach\n the blind to find their way from A to Z\n and be the most and boast the loudest rap\n again, to reign your domain (YEAH KANE)\n The heat is on, so feel the fire\n come off the empire, all the more higher\n Level of depth, one step beyond dope\n The suckers all scope and hope to cope but NOPE\n cause I never let em on top of me\n I play em out like a game of Monopoly\n Let em speed around the board like an astro\n Then send em to jail for tryin to pass Go\n Shakin em up, breakin em up, takin no stuff\n but it still ain't loud enough\n So let the volume increase, never to cease\n I'ma release a masterpiece a slip of the tongue like grease\n Rippin the mic to shreds, puttin heads to bed\n Code red cause the rhymes is bein said\n by the Asiatic printer of raw poetry\n No hints or clues, you all know it's me\n I go pound for pound and round for round to clown the sound\n profound it's bound to go down, UHH\n A lyrical knockout, showin I got clout\n My comp should just drop out\n Cause none of them can see me\n I leave em Winan like their name was BeBe or CeCe\n I get RAW!\n"},{"id":34116657,"name":"Raw (remix)","trackName":"Raw (remix)","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Long Live the Kane","duration":248.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse 1:)\n\nHere I am . . . R-A-W\nTerrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhoney emcees, I move on and sieze\nI just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making emcees run\nAlso don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetrating a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nThe Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\nWith authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definately amuse\nBetter than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n(Verse 2:)\n\nI give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\nAnd in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\nOr eaten, or just tookin out\nYou know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\nAnd real nervous, when I'm at your service\nAlso give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\nI work like a slave to become a master\nAnd when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\nBe perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\nThe entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\nI go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\nI'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\nAlso full of action, my name should be a verb\nMy voice will float, on every note\nWhen I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\nThe minute that the Kane starts to go on\nBelieve it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\nAs I put other rappers out of their misery\nGet em in a battle and make them all history\nRulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\nWatch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\nOn a throne, with a bronze microphone\nUhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\nCause I get raw!\n\n(Verse 3:)\n\nChillin, killin like a villain\nThe meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\nTo do whatever is clever, take a loss never\nAnd the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\nAnd I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\nI rip the microphone and leave it scarred\nNever smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\nOnly crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\nI get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\nMake emcees panic, they all get frantic\nAnd skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\nAs I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\nI'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\nRather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\nEver let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\nTheir rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\nSo if we battle on the microphone\nBring your own casket and tombstone\nAnd I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\nCould ever come with more, I get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw (remix)\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Long Live the Kane\n duration_ms: 248000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Verse 1:)\n\n Here I am . . . R-A-W\n Terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phoney emcees, I move on and sieze\n I just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making emcees run\n Also don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetrating a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n The Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\n With authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definately amuse\n Better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n (Verse 2:)\n\n I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\n And in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\n Or eaten, or just tookin out\n You know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\n And real nervous, when I'm at your service\n Also give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\n I work like a slave to become a master\n And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\n Be perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\n The entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\n I go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\n I'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\n Also full of action, my name should be a verb\n My voice will float, on every note\n When I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\n The minute that the Kane starts to go on\n Believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\n As I put other rappers out of their misery\n Get em in a battle and make them all history\n Rulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\n Watch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\n On a throne, with a bronze microphone\n Uhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\n Cause I get raw!\n\n (Verse 3:)\n\n Chillin, killin like a villain\n The meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\n To do whatever is clever, take a loss never\n And the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\n And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\n I rip the microphone and leave it scarred\n Never smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\n Only crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\n I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\n Make emcees panic, they all get frantic\n And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\n As I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\n I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\n Rather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\n Ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\n Their rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\n So if we battle on the microphone\n Bring your own casket and tombstone\n And I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\n Could ever come with more, I get RAW!\n"},{"id":25983872,"name":"Raw (Remix)","trackName":"Raw (Remix)","artistName":"Big Daddy Kane","albumName":"Wrath Of Kane (12\")","duration":335.757167,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(Verse 1:)\n\nHere I am . . . R-A-W\nTerrorist, here to bring trouble to\nPhoney emcees, I move on and sieze\nI just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\nCause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\nNothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\nSecond to none, making emcees run\nAlso don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\nI relieve rappers just like Tylenol\nAnd they know it, so I don't see why you all\nTry to front, perpetrating a stunt\nWhen you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\nI'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\nThe Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\nTo make me want to create chaos and mayhem\nCold rock a party, until the A.M.\nI'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\nWhile you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\nWith authority, superiority\nAnd captivate the whole crowd's majority\nThe rhymes I use definately amuse\nBetter than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\nI'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\nCause I get RAW!\n\n(Verse 2:)\n\nI give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\nAnd in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\nOr eaten, or just tookin out\nYou know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\nAnd real nervous, when I'm at your service\nAlso give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\nI work like a slave to become a master\nAnd when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\nBe perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\nThe entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\nI go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\nI'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\nAlso full of action, my name should be a verb\nMy voice will float, on every note\nWhen I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\nThe minute that the Kane starts to go on\nBelieve it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\nAs I put other rappers out of their misery\nGet em in a battle and make them all history\nRulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\nWatch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\nOn a throne, with a bronze microphone\nUhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\nCause I get raw!\n\n(Verse 3:)\n\nChillin, killin like a villain\nThe meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\nTo do whatever is clever, take a loss never\nAnd the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\nAnd I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\nI rip the microphone and leave it scarred\nNever smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\nOnly crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\nI get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\nMake emcees panic, they all get frantic\nAnd skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\nAs I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\nI'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\nRather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\nEver let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\nTheir rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\nSo if we battle on the microphone\nBring your own casket and tombstone\nAnd I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\nCould ever come with more, I get RAW!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Raw (Remix)\n artist: Big Daddy Kane\n album: Wrath Of Kane (12\")\n duration_ms: 335757\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n (Verse 1:)\n\n Here I am . . . R-A-W\n Terrorist, here to bring trouble to\n Phoney emcees, I move on and sieze\n I just conquer, and stomp another rapper with ease\n Cause I'm at my apex and others are be-low\n Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo\n Second to none, making emcees run\n Also don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one\n I relieve rappers just like Tylenol\n And they know it, so I don't see why you all\n Try to front, perpetrating a stunt\n When you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt\n I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi\n The Sage of Rage is what rap did to me\n To make me want to create chaos and mayhem\n Cold rock a party, until the A.M.\n I'll make a muscle, grab the mike and hustle\n While you stand dazed and amazed, I'll bust a little rhyme\n With authority, superiority\n And captivate the whole crowd's majority\n The rhymes I use definately amuse\n Better than Dynasty or Hill Street Blues\n I'm sure to score, endure for more without a flaw\n Cause I get RAW!\n\n (Verse 2:)\n\n I give a speech like a reverend, rappers start severin\n And in my lifetime, believe I've never been beaten\n Or eaten, or just tookin out\n You know, come to think about, I keep emcees lookin out\n And real nervous, when I'm at your service\n Also give me that title boy, you don't deserve this\n I work like a slave to become a master\n And when I say a rhyme, you know that it has ta\n Be perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed\n The entertainer and trainer and Kane'll get with it\n I go and flow and grow to let you know, I'll damage ya\n I'm not an amateur but a professional unquestionable, without a doubt superb\n Also full of action, my name should be a verb\n My voice will float, on every note\n When I clear my throat, that's all she wrote\n The minute that the Kane starts to go on\n Believe it's gonna be smooth sailing so sail on\n As I put other rappers out of their misery\n Get em in a battle and make them all history\n Rulin and schoolin, emcees that I'm duelin\n Watch em all take a fall, as I sit back coolin\n On a throne, with a bronze microphone\n Uhm, God bless the child that can hold his own\n Cause I get raw!\n\n (Verse 3:)\n\n Chillin, killin like a villain\n The meaning of RAW is Ready And Willing\n To do whatever is clever, take a loss never\n And the rhymes I bust, comin off is a must\n And I come off hard with rhymes that are odd\n I rip the microphone and leave it scarred\n Never smokin or hittin or takin a sniff\n Only crushin emcees that be tryin to riff\n I get strong and titanic, do work like a mechanic\n Make emcees panic, they all get frantic\n And skeptic, like a girl on a contraceptive\n As I rocked, but hey, what you expected?\n I'll get raw for ya, just like a warrior\n Rather like a samurai, and I; ll be damn if I\n Ever let a Fisher-Price emcee hang\n Their rhymes are toy, nothing but ying yang\n So if we battle on the microphone\n Bring your own casket and tombstone\n And I'ma preach your funeral, tell me who in the world\n Could ever come with more, I get RAW!\n"}]