[Intro]

How many know what funk is? Raise your hands

You ready for this, world?

[Verse 1]

I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore

I'm Craig Mack, comin' in at your backdoor

My rhymes hit hard, no games like ping-pong

I'm strong (Like who, Craig?), Kong

I'm flexin', what's next in, my funk track erection

My licks get the kicks like The Chinese Connection

Like Damien, the omen son, I won't run

I never ran, fryin' MCs like the Sudan

Craig Mack is like a loaded four-five

Mothers get welfare, fathers won't survive

Yo, who can get fierce as fierce can get? Get set

I'm ready to eat MCs like spaghetti

The C-R-A-I-G Mack is back

I've blown the world, well-known, the man's got it sewn

Zoom-zoom-zoom, zoom, za-zoom, za-zoom

Three years of waiting, now here comes kaboom

Back off the steel, kid, let me get my dough

You're real slow, get the dick like a homo

Got the name, no games, the outlaw

I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore

[Chorus]

I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore

Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore

Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore

Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore

[Verse 2]

Service with the wild style, freak a smile

I'm crazier than ever, please pull my lever

Ooh, I can't wait, I'm paid, I see him

Brothers on my jock, a G for per diem

MCs that are down, please stay down

Craig Mack for president! Fuck around

My nature's to hate ya, my style of MCin'

To dust and crush, I bust every human bein'

Dig it, I'm cool, but one rule, don't act fool

My four-fifth's a tool, I have aim

Hey, hush it down, quiet, I'm speakin'

Unique technique and style that I am freakin'

Peakin', speakin' like a deacon or a pastor

The master, baby, death, okay G?

Let's get back to the issue with judicial

Weepin' willow grab a pillow 'fore I have to diss you

I'm concrete, hard as the streets, like pavement

Leavin' heads bleedin', strictly in amazement

Surrender, with more ups than Alcindor

I'll bend ya, you're tender, next agenda

[Chorus]

I can get real raw, plus my style is hardcore

Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore

Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore

Get real raw, plus my style is hardcore (Yeah, check this out)

[Verse 3]

I belong in a hospital, insane

Life fast lane on the brain like Bruce Wayne

A tell-tale, won't fail or get stale

'Cause I'm stuck like braille as I walk on a third rail

Manson's my grandson, not so handsome

I'm grotesque, fuck it, girls still rub my chest

I'm G with James Brown, give it up or turn me loose

I'm terror on the red lines, prank phonin' Zeus

Craig Mack's the brother that attacks at random

MCs, I slammed 'em, 'cause I'm fat as Ralph Kramden

Raas, bumbaclaat boy, I kill ya

MCs, I'm a thriller from here to Manilla

Lay down nothin' but facts, jax

The blackjack ace to the beatdown max

Relax, this is just wax on my single

More chips on my shoulder than the chips made by Pringle

So how do you figure? I'm stronger than your liquor

Wild Irish Rose, huh, strike a pose

I'm death to an MC, below like Jack Dempsey

A shark feedin' frenzy on those that tempt me

One more score for the war, see ya

I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore

[Chorus]

I can get raw, plus my style is hardcore

I get real raw, plus my style is hardcore

I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore

I'm real raw, plus my style is hardcore