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    [Kane *singing*]
    Do you know, what you're goin through?
    Do you like this style of rap that I'm showin you?
    The way I flow for you.. do you know?

    [Kane *rapping*]
    Yeah baby c'mon
    Ah baby baby c'mon, check the rhyme to the song
    Uhh, aw yeah baby c'mon
    Ah baby baby c'mon, and check the rhyme to the song
    One double nine to the four, gotta keep em on the floor
    and put some real lyrics back in the hardcore
    What I'm used to hearin, I can't believe it's gone
    But now just like a grill inside Burger King, the beef is on
    When I come, rappers begin to speak in degrees
    I even make Sisters With Voices _Weak in the Knees_
    So run for your lives, Kane with the pen
    is like Freddy with the glove full of knives
    Who wanna test these skills, come see how it feels
    I pull you one verse, if that don't kill I got refills
    You can't do me none, kid you gets nothin
    If my rhymes was in braille, you still couldn't touch em
    Man, I'm a bad cat, my style of rap is mad fat
    And you know, sometimes it's so sad that
    Rappers today be comin as the gangster rhyme type
    And be so soft, they wouldn't even kill time right
    Here's the news, you lettin the word hardcore be misused
    You ain't never paid dues
    Be for real, you ain't tough yet
    The razor bumps on your throat is the only thing makin you a ruffneck
    Your whole image is a dammmmmmmmn sham
    I'm glad in this business I didn't forget who I am
    I always remain the Kane inside a battle
    *singing* Never to walk in anyone's shadow
    I do my own thing, I do a thing of my own
    And with my competition I let it be known
    that battles I don't lose none, boy you get bruised son
    Six million ways to die -- choose one!
    My rap style is like a poisonous vemon
    We might as well be havin sex, the way that I put it in em
    And do I crush MC's - are you kiddin me?
    If rappers were grapes, I'd have a whole wine distillery
    So, I bring it to your face, with the bass, then I BLOW
    a rapper off the map, with the rap, when I FLOW
    then hit you with the skill that is ill, and I KNOW
    that all of this is good to go, cause yo
    that's the way the flavor always come
    The rhymes they flow accordin to the drum
    The Brooklyn style caue that is where I'm from
    You want the funk so let me give you some
    I flip on the flow on the track, just like that
    Amazin the people the style of the rapppin, is quite fat
    I'm lickin the lyrics and shootin the gat, on the mic black
    And this is for all of the rappers that like, and they bite that
    The Smooth Operator is mellow with the saxophone
    Settin the tone that make the girls relax and moan
    Cause all the ladies I'm givin em lots of love
    Hittin more skins than a boxing glove, good God
    The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some
    From tall to short to thick, even the slimmie ones
    Watch out Goldie! Gimme a forty ounce of Olde E
    and none of you players can control me
    You get the chance to see a true mack man
    with skills to pay the bills, to make more stacks than
    taller than anybody else's stacks it seem
    Cause the Kane get more paper than a fax machine
    The unforgettable, rhymes are too poetical
    Keep rappers in order more than letters put alphabetical
    And I hope the record consumers don't believe the magazine rumors
    Cause Kane is makin a comeback, like Puma's!
    I get rough G, and set it on your whole damn company
    and Bogart, like my name was Humphrey
    When I get through, there'll be no more of them
    As many rappers I burnt, I should open a crematorium
    I make mad MC's give me my P's
    If you try to disrespect, kid you can get these
    N-U-T's, like the U-N-V's
    I leave you down on your knees, down on your knee-heeees!
    Razor sharp, many ways of art
    Source rings the chart, people praise the God
    for kickin the flows so fantasitic and this one here
    We're callin it Lyrical Gymnastics

    Uhh, so baby baby c'mon
    Aw yeah baby c'mon, and check the rhymes to the song
    Uhh, ah baby baby c'mon
    Suki suki c'mon, and I'm gone!

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