Slade — The Kid The Raw Man

[Intro] Yeah Check me out, yo [Verse] Yes I'm a smart, raw rapper A lion roars after I capture When I attack you raps you tripped back And I kidnapped ya Having you trapped with the actual rapping [wrapping] Apparatus Back in the carriage Carry the lot of you actors You lack in savages - this: After this you battle the cause of Holocaust You're facing the harder rapping force of the raw And when I roar with my pride Then I'm 'rocking gorgeous' like Gorgon broads on the horses And hordes of my lyrics Rapture you gimmicks Gimme the gun, I mean mic You better run and yes I mean right Now to the underground What you commercial rappers just found now I'm agitated Just waiting on you cats to mistaken My reawakening Baking you porky niggas like basted bacon I'm patiently aching for days I be gracefully Making dinner by frying all these niggas on bars With steamed veggies and this pap, nigga And I told you that I won't stop, nigga And all of y'all get me awfully nauseous Hoping you cautious Of a lyrical domination Onto these weaker vessels - yes the dominated Now we're passing Obama pages And Negroes know what the rest of them miscalculated And like that, I'm the last, black, boom-bappin' President of Rappin' I'm hoping that a madman can make me retire from rappin' 'cause right now? There's a lack of action and I'm getting bored Just cut the track in actual fact: I'm the assassin in black Man the kid, the raw man - the factual act Get back in your raps After you cats decide to bring the artistry back - Picasso, Baby And nobody tried touchin' on this hot flow, baby. (x5) [Outro] Yeah. It's good