[Intro]
Give it to ya raw!
Yo, it's that old school shit
About 12 years old

[Verse 1]
Let's get physical, operate your brain to function
I remember the Gods at the junction
Conjunction, junction, what's your function?
I summed it up as the Ason 'sumption
Known on the microphone as Crazy Crucial
Dipping low on an MC like you ain't doin' you
Something, so step to the shit right now
Kick another gig in my goddamn town
No one is fresher, I damage the deadly
Daredevil doin' 'cause I am the U-N
I-Q-U-E, funky fresh
Funky dude get hype, you're motherfucking right I do
Ason, break it down, sure, anytime
Assure he is outstanding, never end, clever in the rhyme
Break down your shit, however you come
There's no one who can fuck with Ason (Give it to you)
I paralyze you, make you realize who
Lost concern with my goddamn crew
Quiet as kept when I start any fuckin riots
Even 'fore you do it, my n***a, don't try it (Even)
For you to get close enough to my style
You have to travel miles and miles and miles
To find a special rhyme like mines, you gotta look
You might even find it in the Brooklyn Zoo
Look as you're killing the beat with all your might
If lovin' hip-hop's wrong, baby, I don't wanna be right
Wake up, what? What? Losing your head
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Juvenile fraction of hard, you say you're living large
You're the head n***a in charge (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I give it to ya raw
I said I give it to ya raw
I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason, baby
I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason
I'm Ason, baby, I'm the Ason
Givin' it to ya raw baby
The raw deal, because

[Verse 2]
These lovely rhymes made by the one and only
I'm Ason, there's nothing phony about me
Steady of course, so hard to handle with it
Like a specialist, I write my own music
That will make you dance, get drunk or act wild
Ladies be sayin', "Hey, hey, I love your style"
Whether you're sober, yo, just behold the Casanova
Get chopped with the lawn mower (Give it to ya)
So get busy as Ason perform
On and on, ladies scream my name, "Ason"
That means God, Ason, girls romantic
Repeat it so much you catch a throat infection
Yo, I relieve the ones who believe
You're in the need of the God degree
That I build on with style and finesse
Keep MCs in check like a game of chess
So to the folks, come to my rehearsals
I look so good I should be on the commercials
On TV that can tell a vision no lie
I'm the Ason, most high
Use your keys and start the ignition
They'll never forget they can choke on position
Don't charge a cent of excellent
Add the ingredients of Ason's elements
Fire, water, gold, earth, wood
Yo, through the knowledge because it is good
Enough to overstuff jumbo pack
Brother like Ason will never be attacked
A by a n***a couldn't figure how to pull the gun trigger
I said, "Yo, get the fuck outta here"
[Outro]
The Sugarhill Gang n***as
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, all of— yo, I can't remember all you n***as back in the days
Zulu Nation, you know what I'm sayin'?
All you motherfuckers, man, I just wanna say I love ya
Givin' it to ya, know what I'm sayin'?
All you breakdancin' n***as, freestyle poppin'
You know who was the baddest n***as? I ain't gon' say nothin'
But y'all know who was the baddest n***as in that shit
You know?
See, I was one of them n***as doin' this shit seventeen years
And I just wanna let all y'all MCs know all across the land
You got any problems, any beefs, you can bring that shit
'Cause I don't give a fuck
I'm the baddest n***a, I don't give a fuck
I been doin' this for seventeen joints
What? What?
Shut the fuck up, you little-ass n***a
I said, have you heard a—
I said, have you heard a—