[{"id":305111,"name":"Real Raw","trackName":"Real Raw","artistName":"Craig Mack","albumName":"Project: Funk Da World","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"How many know what funk is? Raise your hands\nYou ready for this world?\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm Craig Mack comin' in at your backdoor\nMy rhymes hit hard, no games like ping pong\nI'm strong, like who Craig? Kong!\n\nI'm flexin' what's next in my funk track erection\nMy licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection\nLike Damien the Omen son, I won't run\nI never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan\n\nCraig Mack is like a loaded four-five\nMothers get welfare, fathers won't survive\nYo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set\nI'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti\n\nThe C R A I G Mack is back\nI've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn\nZoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom\nThree years of waiting, now here comes kaboom\n\nBack off the steel kid, let me get my dough\nYou're real slow, get the dick like a homo\nGot the name, no games, the outlaw\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nService with the wild style, freak a smile\nI'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever\nOoh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him\nBrothers on my jock, a G for per diem\n\nMC's that are down, please stay down\nCraig Mack for President! Fuck around\nMy nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in\nTo dust and crush I bust every human bein'\n\nDig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool\nMy four-fifth's a tool, I have aim\nHey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'\nUnique technique and style that I am freakin'\n\nPeakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor\nThe master, baby, death, okay G?\nLet's get back to the issue with judicial\nWeepin' willow, grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you\n\nI'm concrete, hard as the streets like pavement\nLeavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement\nSurrender with more ups than Alcindor\nI'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n(Yeah, check this out)\n\nI belong in a hospital, insane\nLife fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne\nI telltale won't fail or get stale\n'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail\n\nManson's my grandson, not so handsome\nI'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest\nI'm G with James Brown, \"Give it Up or Turn Me Loose\"\nI'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus\n\nCraig Mack's the brother that attacks at random\nMC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden\nRas, bumba claat, boy I kill ya\nMC's I'm a thriller from here to Manilla\n\nLay down, nothin' but facts, jacks\nThe blackjack ace to the beatdown max\nRelax, this is just wax on my single\nMore chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle\n\nSo how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor\nWild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose\nI'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey\nA shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me\n\nOne more score for the war, see ya\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nI can get raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Real Raw\n  artist: Craig Mack\n  album: 'Project: Funk Da World'\n  duration_ms: 241000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  How many know what funk is? Raise your hands\n  You ready for this world?\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm Craig Mack comin' in at your backdoor\n  My rhymes hit hard, no games like ping pong\n  I'm strong, like who Craig? Kong!\n\n  I'm flexin' what's next in my funk track erection\n  My licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection\n  Like Damien the Omen son, I won't run\n  I never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan\n\n  Craig Mack is like a loaded four-five\n  Mothers get welfare, fathers won't survive\n  Yo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set\n  I'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti\n\n  The C R A I G Mack is back\n  I've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn\n  Zoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom\n  Three years of waiting, now here comes kaboom\n\n  Back off the steel kid, let me get my dough\n  You're real slow, get the dick like a homo\n  Got the name, no games, the outlaw\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  Service with the wild style, freak a smile\n  I'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever\n  Ooh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him\n  Brothers on my jock, a G for per diem\n\n  MC's that are down, please stay down\n  Craig Mack for President! Fuck around\n  My nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in\n  To dust and crush I bust every human bein'\n\n  Dig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool\n  My four-fifth's a tool, I have aim\n  Hey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'\n  Unique technique and style that I am freakin'\n\n  Peakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor\n  The master, baby, death, okay G?\n  Let's get back to the issue with judicial\n  Weepin' willow, grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you\n\n  I'm concrete, hard as the streets like pavement\n  Leavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement\n  Surrender with more ups than Alcindor\n  I'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  (Yeah, check this out)\n\n  I belong in a hospital, insane\n  Life fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne\n  I telltale won't fail or get stale\n  'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail\n\n  Manson's my grandson, not so handsome\n  I'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest\n  I'm G with James Brown, \"Give it Up or Turn Me Loose\"\n  I'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus\n\n  Craig Mack's the brother that attacks at random\n  MC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden\n  Ras, bumba claat, boy I kill ya\n  MC's I'm a thriller from here to Manilla\n\n  Lay down, nothin' but facts, jacks\n  The blackjack ace to the beatdown max\n  Relax, this is just wax on my single\n  More chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle\n\n  So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor\n  Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose\n  I'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey\n  A shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me\n\n  One more score for the war, see ya\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n"},{"id":19099612,"name":"Real Raw","trackName":"Real Raw","artistName":"Craig Mack","albumName":"Project: Funk Da World","duration":253.364431,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"How many know what funk is? Raise your hands\nYou ready for this world?\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm Craig Mack comin' in at your backdoor\nMy rhymes hit hard, no games like ping pong\nI'm strong, like who Craig? Kong!\n\nI'm flexin' what's next in my funk track erection\nMy licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection\nLike Damien the Omen son, I won't run\nI never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan\n\nCraig Mack is like a loaded four-five\nMothers get welfare, fathers won't survive\nYo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set\nI'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti\n\nThe C R A I G Mack is back\nI've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn\nZoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom\nThree years of waiting, now here comes kaboom\n\nBack off the steel kid, let me get my dough\nYou're real slow, get the dick like a homo\nGot the name, no games, the outlaw\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nService with the wild style, freak a smile\nI'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever\nOoh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him\nBrothers on my jock, a G for per diem\n\nMC's that are down, please stay down\nCraig Mack for President! Fuck around\nMy nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in\nTo dust and crush I bust every human bein'\n\nDig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool\nMy four-fifth's a tool, I have aim\nHey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'\nUnique technique and style that I am freakin'\n\nPeakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor\nThe master, baby, death, okay G?\nLet's get back to the issue with judicial\nWeepin' willow, grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you\n\nI'm concrete, hard as the streets like pavement\nLeavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement\nSurrender with more ups than Alcindor\nI'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n(Yeah, check this out)\n\nI belong in a hospital, insane\nLife fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne\nI telltale won't fail or get stale\n'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail\n\nManson's my grandson, not so handsome\nI'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest\nI'm G with James Brown, \"Give it Up or Turn Me Loose\"\nI'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus\n\nCraig Mack's the brother that attacks at random\nMC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden\nRas, bumba claat, boy I kill ya\nMC's I'm a thriller from here to Manilla\n\nLay down, nothin' but facts, jacks\nThe blackjack ace to the beatdown max\nRelax, this is just wax on my single\nMore chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle\n\nSo how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor\nWild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose\nI'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey\nA shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me\n\nOne more score for the war, see ya\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nI can get raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Real Raw\n  artist: Craig Mack\n  album: 'Project: Funk Da World'\n  duration_ms: 253364\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  How many know what funk is? Raise your hands\n  You ready for this world?\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm Craig Mack comin' in at your backdoor\n  My rhymes hit hard, no games like ping pong\n  I'm strong, like who Craig? Kong!\n\n  I'm flexin' what's next in my funk track erection\n  My licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection\n  Like Damien the Omen son, I won't run\n  I never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan\n\n  Craig Mack is like a loaded four-five\n  Mothers get welfare, fathers won't survive\n  Yo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set\n  I'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti\n\n  The C R A I G Mack is back\n  I've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn\n  Zoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom\n  Three years of waiting, now here comes kaboom\n\n  Back off the steel kid, let me get my dough\n  You're real slow, get the dick like a homo\n  Got the name, no games, the outlaw\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  Service with the wild style, freak a smile\n  I'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever\n  Ooh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him\n  Brothers on my jock, a G for per diem\n\n  MC's that are down, please stay down\n  Craig Mack for President! Fuck around\n  My nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in\n  To dust and crush I bust every human bein'\n\n  Dig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool\n  My four-fifth's a tool, I have aim\n  Hey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'\n  Unique technique and style that I am freakin'\n\n  Peakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor\n  The master, baby, death, okay G?\n  Let's get back to the issue with judicial\n  Weepin' willow, grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you\n\n  I'm concrete, hard as the streets like pavement\n  Leavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement\n  Surrender with more ups than Alcindor\n  I'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  (Yeah, check this out)\n\n  I belong in a hospital, insane\n  Life fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne\n  I telltale won't fail or get stale\n  'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail\n\n  Manson's my grandson, not so handsome\n  I'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest\n  I'm G with James Brown, \"Give it Up or Turn Me Loose\"\n  I'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus\n\n  Craig Mack's the brother that attacks at random\n  MC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden\n  Ras, bumba claat, boy I kill ya\n  MC's I'm a thriller from here to Manilla\n\n  Lay down, nothin' but facts, jacks\n  The blackjack ace to the beatdown max\n  Relax, this is just wax on my single\n  More chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle\n\n  So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor\n  Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose\n  I'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey\n  A shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me\n\n  One more score for the war, see ya\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n"},{"id":12971810,"name":"Real Raw","trackName":"Real Raw","artistName":"Craig Mack","albumName":"Project∶ Funk da World","duration":240.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"How many know what funk is? Raise your hands\nYou ready for this world?\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm Craig Mack comin' in at your backdoor\nMy rhymes hit hard, no games like ping pong\nI'm strong, like who Craig? Kong!\n\nI'm flexin' what's next in my funk track erection\nMy licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection\nLike Damien the Omen son, I won't run\nI never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan\n\nCraig Mack is like a loaded four-five\nMothers get welfare, fathers won't survive\nYo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set\nI'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti\n\nThe C R A I G Mack is back\nI've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn\nZoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom\nThree years of waiting, now here comes kaboom\n\nBack off the steel kid, let me get my dough\nYou're real slow, get the dick like a homo\nGot the name, no games, the outlaw\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nService with the wild style, freak a smile\nI'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever\nOoh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him\nBrothers on my jock, a G for per diem\n\nMC's that are down, please stay down\nCraig Mack for President! Fuck around\nMy nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in\nTo dust and crush I bust every human bein'\n\nDig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool\nMy four-fifth's a tool, I have aim\nHey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'\nUnique technique and style that I am freakin'\n\nPeakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor\nThe master, baby, death, okay G?\nLet's get back to the issue with judicial\nWeepin' willow, grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you\n\nI'm concrete, hard as the streets like pavement\nLeavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement\nSurrender with more ups than Alcindor\nI'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n(Yeah, check this out)\n\nI belong in a hospital, insane\nLife fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne\nI telltale won't fail or get stale\n'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail\n\nManson's my grandson, not so handsome\nI'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest\nI'm G with James Brown, \"Give it Up or Turn Me Loose\"\nI'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus\n\nCraig Mack's the brother that attacks at random\nMC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden\nRas, bumba claat, boy I kill ya\nMC's I'm a thriller from here to Manilla\n\nLay down, nothin' but facts, jacks\nThe blackjack ace to the beatdown max\nRelax, this is just wax on my single\nMore chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle\n\nSo how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor\nWild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose\nI'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey\nA shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me\n\nOne more score for the war, see ya\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nI can get raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Real Raw\n  artist: Craig Mack\n  album: Project∶ Funk da World\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  How many know what funk is? Raise your hands\n  You ready for this world?\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm Craig Mack comin' in at your backdoor\n  My rhymes hit hard, no games like ping pong\n  I'm strong, like who Craig? Kong!\n\n  I'm flexin' what's next in my funk track erection\n  My licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection\n  Like Damien the Omen son, I won't run\n  I never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan\n\n  Craig Mack is like a loaded four-five\n  Mothers get welfare, fathers won't survive\n  Yo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set\n  I'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti\n\n  The C R A I G Mack is back\n  I've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn\n  Zoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom\n  Three years of waiting, now here comes kaboom\n\n  Back off the steel kid, let me get my dough\n  You're real slow, get the dick like a homo\n  Got the name, no games, the outlaw\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  Service with the wild style, freak a smile\n  I'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever\n  Ooh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him\n  Brothers on my jock, a G for per diem\n\n  MC's that are down, please stay down\n  Craig Mack for President! Fuck around\n  My nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in\n  To dust and crush I bust every human bein'\n\n  Dig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool\n  My four-fifth's a tool, I have aim\n  Hey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'\n  Unique technique and style that I am freakin'\n\n  Peakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor\n  The master, baby, death, okay G?\n  Let's get back to the issue with judicial\n  Weepin' willow, grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you\n\n  I'm concrete, hard as the streets like pavement\n  Leavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement\n  Surrender with more ups than Alcindor\n  I'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  (Yeah, check this out)\n\n  I belong in a hospital, insane\n  Life fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne\n  I telltale won't fail or get stale\n  'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail\n\n  Manson's my grandson, not so handsome\n  I'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest\n  I'm G with James Brown, \"Give it Up or Turn Me Loose\"\n  I'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus\n\n  Craig Mack's the brother that attacks at random\n  MC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden\n  Ras, bumba claat, boy I kill ya\n  MC's I'm a thriller from here to Manilla\n\n  Lay down, nothin' but facts, jacks\n  The blackjack ace to the beatdown max\n  Relax, this is just wax on my single\n  More chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle\n\n  So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor\n  Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose\n  I'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey\n  A shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me\n\n  One more score for the war, see ya\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n"},{"id":26248300,"name":"Real Raw","trackName":"Real Raw","artistName":"Craig Mack","albumName":"Project: Funk Da World [by Hillside]","duration":240.930525,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"How many know what funk is? Raise your hands\nYou ready for this world?\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm Craig Mack comin' in at your backdoor\nMy rhymes hit hard, no games like ping pong\nI'm strong, like who Craig? Kong!\n\nI'm flexin' what's next in my funk track erection\nMy licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection\nLike Damien the Omen son, I won't run\nI never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan\n\nCraig Mack is like a loaded four-five\nMothers get welfare, fathers won't survive\nYo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set\nI'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti\n\nThe C R A I G Mack is back\nI've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn\nZoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom\nThree years of waiting, now here comes kaboom\n\nBack off the steel kid, let me get my dough\nYou're real slow, get the dick like a homo\nGot the name, no games, the outlaw\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nService with the wild style, freak a smile\nI'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever\nOoh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him\nBrothers on my jock, a G for per diem\n\nMC's that are down, please stay down\nCraig Mack for President! Fuck around\nMy nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in\nTo dust and crush I bust every human bein'\n\nDig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool\nMy four-fifth's a tool, I have aim\nHey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'\nUnique technique and style that I am freakin'\n\nPeakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor\nThe master, baby, death, okay G?\nLet's get back to the issue with judicial\nWeepin' willow, grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you\n\nI'm concrete, hard as the streets like pavement\nLeavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement\nSurrender with more ups than Alcindor\nI'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n(Yeah, check this out)\n\nI belong in a hospital, insane\nLife fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne\nI telltale won't fail or get stale\n'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail\n\nManson's my grandson, not so handsome\nI'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest\nI'm G with James Brown, \"Give it Up or Turn Me Loose\"\nI'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus\n\nCraig Mack's the brother that attacks at random\nMC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden\nRas, bumba claat, boy I kill ya\nMC's I'm a thriller from here to Manilla\n\nLay down, nothin' but facts, jacks\nThe blackjack ace to the beatdown max\nRelax, this is just wax on my single\nMore chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle\n\nSo how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor\nWild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose\nI'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey\nA shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me\n\nOne more score for the war, see ya\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nI can get raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Real Raw\n  artist: Craig Mack\n  album: 'Project: Funk Da World [by Hillside]'\n  duration_ms: 240931\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  How many know what funk is? Raise your hands\n  You ready for this world?\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm Craig Mack comin' in at your backdoor\n  My rhymes hit hard, no games like ping pong\n  I'm strong, like who Craig? Kong!\n\n  I'm flexin' what's next in my funk track erection\n  My licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection\n  Like Damien the Omen son, I won't run\n  I never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan\n\n  Craig Mack is like a loaded four-five\n  Mothers get welfare, fathers won't survive\n  Yo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set\n  I'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti\n\n  The C R A I G Mack is back\n  I've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn\n  Zoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom\n  Three years of waiting, now here comes kaboom\n\n  Back off the steel kid, let me get my dough\n  You're real slow, get the dick like a homo\n  Got the name, no games, the outlaw\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  Service with the wild style, freak a smile\n  I'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever\n  Ooh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him\n  Brothers on my jock, a G for per diem\n\n  MC's that are down, please stay down\n  Craig Mack for President! Fuck around\n  My nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in\n  To dust and crush I bust every human bein'\n\n  Dig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool\n  My four-fifth's a tool, I have aim\n  Hey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'\n  Unique technique and style that I am freakin'\n\n  Peakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor\n  The master, baby, death, okay G?\n  Let's get back to the issue with judicial\n  Weepin' willow, grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you\n\n  I'm concrete, hard as the streets like pavement\n  Leavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement\n  Surrender with more ups than Alcindor\n  I'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  (Yeah, check this out)\n\n  I belong in a hospital, insane\n  Life fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne\n  I telltale won't fail or get stale\n  'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail\n\n  Manson's my grandson, not so handsome\n  I'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest\n  I'm G with James Brown, \"Give it Up or Turn Me Loose\"\n  I'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus\n\n  Craig Mack's the brother that attacks at random\n  MC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden\n  Ras, bumba claat, boy I kill ya\n  MC's I'm a thriller from here to Manilla\n\n  Lay down, nothin' but facts, jacks\n  The blackjack ace to the beatdown max\n  Relax, this is just wax on my single\n  More chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle\n\n  So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor\n  Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose\n  I'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey\n  A shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me\n\n  One more score for the war, see ya\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n"},{"id":6326488,"name":"Real Raw (Album Version)","trackName":"Real Raw (Album Version)","artistName":"Craig Mack","albumName":"Project: Funk Da World","duration":241.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"How many know what funk is? Raise your hands\nYou ready for this world?\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm Craig Mack comin' in at your backdoor\nMy rhymes hit hard, no games like ping pong\nI'm strong, like who Craig? Kong!\n\nI'm flexin' what's next in my funk track erection\nMy licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection\nLike Damien the Omen son, I won't run\nI never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan\n\nCraig Mack is like a loaded four-five\nMothers get welfare, fathers won't survive\nYo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set\nI'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti\n\nThe C R A I G Mack is back\nI've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn\nZoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom\nThree years of waiting, now here comes kaboom\n\nBack off the steel kid, let me get my dough\nYou're real slow, get the dick like a homo\nGot the name, no games, the outlaw\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nService with the wild style, freak a smile\nI'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever\nOoh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him\nBrothers on my jock, a G for per diem\n\nMC's that are down, please stay down\nCraig Mack for President! Fuck around\nMy nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in\nTo dust and crush I bust every human bein'\n\nDig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool\nMy four-fifth's a tool, I have aim\nHey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'\nUnique technique and style that I am freakin'\n\nPeakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor\nThe master, baby, death, okay G?\nLet's get back to the issue with judicial\nWeepin' willow, grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you\n\nI'm concrete, hard as the streets like pavement\nLeavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement\nSurrender with more ups than Alcindor\nI'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda\n\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n(Yeah, check this out)\n\nI belong in a hospital, insane\nLife fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne\nI telltale won't fail or get stale\n'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail\n\nManson's my grandson, not so handsome\nI'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest\nI'm G with James Brown, \"Give it Up or Turn Me Loose\"\nI'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus\n\nCraig Mack's the brother that attacks at random\nMC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden\nRas, bumba claat, boy I kill ya\nMC's I'm a thriller from here to Manilla\n\nLay down, nothin' but facts, jacks\nThe blackjack ace to the beatdown max\nRelax, this is just wax on my single\nMore chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle\n\nSo how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor\nWild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose\nI'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey\nA shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me\n\nOne more score for the war, see ya\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\nI can get raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\nI'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Real Raw (Album Version)\n  artist: Craig Mack\n  album: 'Project: Funk Da World'\n  duration_ms: 241000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  How many know what funk is? Raise your hands\n  You ready for this world?\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm Craig Mack comin' in at your backdoor\n  My rhymes hit hard, no games like ping pong\n  I'm strong, like who Craig? Kong!\n\n  I'm flexin' what's next in my funk track erection\n  My licks get the kicks like the Chinese connection\n  Like Damien the Omen son, I won't run\n  I never ran, fryin' MC's like the Sudan\n\n  Craig Mack is like a loaded four-five\n  Mothers get welfare, fathers won't survive\n  Yo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set\n  I'm ready, to eat MC's like spaghetti\n\n  The C R A I G Mack is back\n  I've blown the world well known, the man's got it sewn\n  Zoom zoom zoom, zoom za-zoom za-zoom\n  Three years of waiting, now here comes kaboom\n\n  Back off the steel kid, let me get my dough\n  You're real slow, get the dick like a homo\n  Got the name, no games, the outlaw\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  Service with the wild style, freak a smile\n  I'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever\n  Ooh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him\n  Brothers on my jock, a G for per diem\n\n  MC's that are down, please stay down\n  Craig Mack for President! Fuck around\n  My nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in\n  To dust and crush I bust every human bein'\n\n  Dig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool\n  My four-fifth's a tool, I have aim\n  Hey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'\n  Unique technique and style that I am freakin'\n\n  Peakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor\n  The master, baby, death, okay G?\n  Let's get back to the issue with judicial\n  Weepin' willow, grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you\n\n  I'm concrete, hard as the streets like pavement\n  Leavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement\n  Surrender with more ups than Alcindor\n  I'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda\n\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  (Yeah, check this out)\n\n  I belong in a hospital, insane\n  Life fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne\n  I telltale won't fail or get stale\n  'Cause I'm stuck like Braille as I walk on a 3rd rail\n\n  Manson's my grandson, not so handsome\n  I'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest\n  I'm G with James Brown, \"Give it Up or Turn Me Loose\"\n  I'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus\n\n  Craig Mack's the brother that attacks at random\n  MC's I slammed 'em 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden\n  Ras, bumba claat, boy I kill ya\n  MC's I'm a thriller from here to Manilla\n\n  Lay down, nothin' but facts, jacks\n  The blackjack ace to the beatdown max\n  Relax, this is just wax on my single\n  More chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle\n\n  So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor\n  Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose\n  I'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey\n  A shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me\n\n  One more score for the war, see ya\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n\n  I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n  I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore\n"}]