Raw '91 - Big Daddy Kane

"Bring that beat back, bring that beat back!" -> Chuck D 
"We gonna do a song, that you heard before.." 

[Kane] 
Here I am, R-A-W 
A terrorist, here to bring trouble to 
phony MC's, I move on and seize 
I just conquer and stomp another rapper with ease 
Cause I'm at my apex and others are below 
Nothing but a milliliter, I'm a kilo 
Second to none, making MC's run 
So don't try to step to me, cause I ain't the one 
I relieve rappers, just like Tylenol 
And they know it, so I don't see why you all 
try to front, perpetratin a stunt 
when you know that I'll smoke you up like a blunt 
I'm genuine like Gucci, raw like sushi 
To stage a rage is what rap did to me 
To make me want to create, chaos and mayhem 
Cold rock a party, until the A.M. 
I'll make a muscle, grab the mic and hustle 
While you stand dazed and amazed, I bust a 
little rhyme with authority, superiority 
And captivate the whole crowd's majority 
The rhymes I use definitely amuse 
Better than Dynasty, or Hill Street Blues 
I'm sure to score adored for more without a flaw 
Cause I get RAW! 

"R-A-W" (cut and scratched by Mister Cee 4X) 

[Kane] 
Attact, react, exact, the mack'll move you with 
a strong song as long as you groove to this 
I keep the crowd loud when you're hyped 
Do damage on stage and injure the mic 
As I shoot the gift, MC's stand stiff 
While my rhymes stick to you like Skippy and Jif 
Feel my blunt fist, or my death kiss 
The rap soloist - you don't want none of this 
Supreme in this era, I reign with terror 
When I grab the mic, believe you're gonna hear a 
fascinating rhyme, as