Chords for Big Daddy Kane - Raw (Music Video)

_ Here it comes. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] I do [Db] declare, getting busy is where it's at.
From what you're [E] saying, you wouldn't get a point [Eb] for that.
Cause you're a featherweight, and your rhymes are carry light.
But I drop basses like Barry White.
So how could [Db] you think that you're posing a threat?
You say you're rocking?
How many shows you get?
All your photos go local on the MIC.
Mines go a great distance like AT&T.
I'm not new to this, I'm through this.
Nothing you can do to this.
Fuck around with gain and come out black and blue.
So, yo, [C] know for what you know.
[B] I tempted the bass so I could [C] humiliate.
Week ago, rhyme for rhyme, word for [Eb] word, verse for verse.
Get you a nurse, too late, get you a hearse.
I take it to your burial [C] ground.
Because the big daddy can't always throw down correct.
I get respect, I'm out the left.
Cash money, [D] cause I get bored.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Boy do I hate her.
_ _ [N] _ _ I'm coming, _ I'm coming, _ I'm coming, I'm coming, [B] I'm coming.
Here I am, R [E]-A-W, a terrorist.
Here to bring trouble to the phonion seeds.
I move [Gb] on and seize, I just conquer.
And solve another rap of cheese.
Cause I'm at my apex, another raw kilo.
Nothing but a milliliter.
I'm a kilo, second to none.
Making emcees run so don't try to step to me.
Cause I ain't the one.
I believe rappers just like Tylenol.
And they know it.
The honesty, why you all try to front.
Perpetrating the stunt, when you know that I smoke you up like a blunt.
I'm genuine like Gucci.
Raw like sushi.
Stage of rage is what rap [C] is to me.
To make me wanna create chaos and mayhem.
[Db] I'm a cold rocker party.
I'm so the A.M. I'll make a muscle.
Grab the mic and [Eb] hustle.
While you stand dazed and amazed.
I'll bump a little rhyme with authority.
Superiority.
[N] And captivate the whole crowd's starving.
Your rhymes like mutants, definitely a mutant.
Better than Dynasty or Hillsong.
I'm short, sore, and do it for more.
Without a [Eb] flaw, cause I get raw.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ It was reached like a reverend.
Rap star severing.
And in my lifetime, believe me, never been beaten.
Or eaten [Db] and just tooken out.
You know, come to think about it.
I keep looking out and real nervous when I'm at the service.
Give me that title, boy.
You don't deserve this.
I work like a slave to become a master.
And when I say a rhyme, you know [E] that you have to.
You're perfectly fitted, cause I'm committed.
The entertainer and trainer and gain are [N] just witted.
I go and flow and grow to let you know I'm a damager.
I'm not an amateur, but a professional.
A questionable, without doubt, superb.
So full of action, my name should be a bird.
My voice will [Cm] float on every note.
When I clear my throat, [Db] that's all she wrote.
The minute that the cane starts to go on.
Believe it's gonna be [E] smooth sailing so on.
As I put other rappers out of their misery.
Get them in a battle and make them more history.
Ruling and [Db] schooling.
And see that I'm [C] ruling.
Watch them [B] all take a fall.
As I sit here cooling on my throne.
With a bronze microphone.
God bless the child that can hold his [Eb] own.
Cause I get raw.
_ [C] Ain't it good, [Eb] ain't it good.
[N] Ain't it good, ain't it good. _ _
Ain't it good, [Eb] ain't it good.
_ Ain't it good, ain't it good.
Ain't it good, ain't it good.
Ain't it good, ain't it good.
Ain't it good, ain't it good.
Here's an experiment to begin with.
24-step chilling.
Killer like a villain.
The meaning of [Db] raw is ready.
Willing to do whatever is clever.
Take a loss never.
And the rhymes I wrote, coming off of smuts.
And I come off hard with rhymes that are hard.
I rip the [Eb] microphone and leave it start.
Never [B] smoking or hitting or taking snips.
Only crushing MCs that be trying [N] to strip.
I get strong and titanic.
To work like a mechanic.
Make em see panic.
They all get frantic and skeptic.
Like a girl on a contraceptive.
It's like rock but hey, what you expected?
I'll give four for you just like a warrior.
Battle like a samurai.
And I'll be damned if I ever let a busy price MC hang.
This rhyme's a toy.
Nothing but yin-yang.
Superdowdle on the microphone.
[Eb] Bring your own casket into a [D] stone.
And I'll be preaching a funeral.
Tell me who in the world could ever come with [Ebm] more.
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