ترانه:
The Alarm Raw

world Raw Burnt back to the bone Raw You'd better leave this child alone Raw I ain't got no home Raw Raw Burnt back to the bone Raw You'd better

Uh ah uh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhahaha Check it out Flipmode squad Raw deluxe shit '98 Check it out I be the street shit The nigga your mama

You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back

ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm

bangin' and bringin' their business] [Dre'sta] Mic check, 1, 2, what you bustas wan' do or gon' do? Now that real rides are upon you. I warned you and alarmed

You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back

make no bones or poems about droppin' bars I make the world full swing under the Mos Def, yes I ring the alarm like tennis sore My style hella-raw, I keep it raw

Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door Like, ooh, I seen my man, Meth goin' in raw

run, son, when I drop the (Da bomb?) Mmmm to my bigga niggas Representing Gravediggaz, worldwide stars drop the (Da bomb) Mmmm, don't be alarmed Your persona ain't on from the three alarm