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