Text: Lil' Wayne. Im Raw.

Mic check 1, 2 on the way to 3rd
Flow sick
Put a straight jacket on my words
So sick they think that somethings in the herb
They think I'm gone
But I'm fine like a woman's curves
My personality is far from your reality
I'm closer to your girl
Now come on hoe don't embarass me
There is no comparising
This right here be kerosene
Carousal, parasail, I'm higher than everything
When I spit you can't drink it like your 17
I can show a million pair of eyes, what they never seen
And I can do this in whatever the weather brings
Picasso couldn't paint a better scene
Colossal!
Now give me the mic and I rock like a fuckin fossil
I'm mad at the track
And I beat it like Hector Comacho
What's poppin, what it do, what's happenin, what's crackin, que pasa??
The hospital, mi casa, su casa
Bad, I'm rad, & these niggas just squares like plaid
And if they're cool then I'm cold
I gets money all day like the toll, bitch!

I'm raw [x8]
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flow
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flow
I'm boutta, I'm boutta murder that shit
I'm boutta, I'm boutta murder that shit

I'm a BET soldier and MTV gangsta
I will be on VH1 when I'm done bein famous
Explain shit? I have made my way
And you are just a stain b*tch
You will fade away
And I only leave my house to paper chase
Yep, off to the jungle where I feel safe
Like a homerun in the bottom of the ninth inning
And I'm fresh like I'm by Mennen
I'm on the clock like five minutes
Tryin to get past the line of scrimmage
Yeah
And before I leave her thighs spinnin
She give me face first like she done dived in it
And if she tall I can climb in it
I usually don't have a time limit
And eatin p*ssy ain't a crime is it
If so I should start workin on my jail visits
You know!!
I'm deep in game, they just sell tickets
Man, I got old bread like stale biscuits
You feelin froggy all you gotta do is yell ribbit
Turn your ass to a statue like an exhibit
Now lets get it
Let me at em
Leave my cage open
With no pyro I leave the stage smokin
Yes, it's Weezy F bitch
The best thing since breath b*tch
Suffocate

I'm Raw [x8]
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flow
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flow
I'm boutta, I'm boutta murder that shit
I'm boutta, I'm boutta murder that shit

It go uptown, uptown, operation shut down
Wake up to polices
Go to sleep to the gun sounds
And your not a guerilla
You're a dead monkey
Cuz I got a banana clip in these red monkeys
What you said don't be afraid to say it twice
And they say life is cheap
Until you pay the price
It just like shakin dice
Better hope you roll a winner
And if you are a rat
You're just the cobra's dinner
Ya'll ain't fuckin with me
You n*ggas under a g
Like the light part of my feet
And so what them n*ggas left me
When it get cold I turns into Wayne Gretzky
I do's it like it never been done
So you can suck my dick with an elephants tongue
Bitch, it's Weezy baby
Mother Fucker I spit rabies

I'm Raw [Repeat continuously]
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flow
I got my brim low, all I can see is the flow
I'm boutta, I'm boutta murder that shit
I'm boutta, I'm boutta murder that shit
I, I, I murdered that shit
I, I, I murdered that shit
Rest In Peace to this song
See you at the cross roads
It's so hard to say goodbye