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Warm It Up, Kane |
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Come, get some, you little bum |
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I take the cake but you can't get a crumb |
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From the poetic, authentic, superior |
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Ultimate - and all that good shit |
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I'm the original, asiatic, acrobatic |
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There you have it, now get dramatic |
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Creatin drama when i'm on the scene |
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And i pack em in mean, like bruce springsteen |
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I profile a style that's mild and meanwhile |
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Put on trial a rap pile to exile |
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Make you tumble and stumble, in a rumble just crumble |
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And i'm still calm and humble |
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You need another helpin hand to swing on |
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I stand alone, but still you gotta bring on |
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Your batman and robin, cagney and lacey |
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Starsky and hutch, but they still can't face me |
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And if may make this one thing here clear |
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That's for you not to come near, period |
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So i ain't buggin or delirious |
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My swift tongue's like a sword, that's how severe it is |
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And i can slice and dice a fisher price mc |
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That thought he was nice into minute rice |
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Single-handed, i ain't with that band stuff |
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Cause cee'll scratch a record like flakes of dandruff |
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And the mic i ravage, not like a savage |
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But in my own way of doin damage |
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As i design the genuine line |
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Now who flattop rules in eighty-nine? |
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Warm it up, kane (16x) |
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Take two other men with soul that you probably know |
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Deadly as scarface, but bright as the cosby show |
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Don't attack rappers, but make everyone hush |
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They step to me, but can't stop the bumrush |
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I make material, rich and imperial |
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The unique technique i speak is all original |
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You like to sag and drag and gag |
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Same old same old, but poppa's got a brand new bag |
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So put the mic down boy, you can't work it |
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Due to wack lyrics, it's bout to short circuit |
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So toss the sauce across to the boss, no remorse |
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You lost, with force, of course, a holocaust |
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First i caught ya, then put ya through torture |
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You moved wrong my son, so i taught ya |
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Just like a guardian, that put your body in |
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The mood to groove with the smoove way that i'm partyin |
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Competition may find it spectacular |
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Scheme and fiend to take a bite like dracula |
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And waste the taste, cause ain't no sugar here |
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So come near if you dare, you booga bear |
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You start hallucinatin like magic |
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The wrath gets tragic, but kane won't have it |
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Cause you tried to juice me when you're bluffin |
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Slowed the pace, so i had to start rushin |
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So pick a vc date, cause you're history |
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Here comes kane scoob scrap jay and mister cee |
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And this is one thing to us we ain't new to |
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The crew'll cast a spell on the crowd just like voodoo |
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I'm the man you can't hold back |
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And all competition appears to be weak |
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I meant to say wack, a vision of blur |
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Just them thinkin i'm competitin, i say, "huh!" |
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Warm it up, kane (16x) |
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Genuine for eighty-nine, you know what i'm sayin? |
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As i give a shout out to my man tony a |
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Tony p, sally sal and the whole libra digital posse |
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Can't forget my man yawnski |
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And smooth the barber, you know what i'm sayin? |
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Also, i gotta say whassup to born true, b-boy, |
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And my man big jay cee |
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The whole rest of the crew, scoob lover my brother |
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Scrap lover, and dj mister cee |
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Can't forget supreme, abu, melquan and shabazz |
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Wally d, and the rest of the brothers |
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And of course my little brother the little daddy shane |
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Manditory end of the story, you know what i'm sayin? |
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Peace! |
