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Verse 1 |
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Let it roll, get bold, i just can't hold |
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Back, or fold cos i'm a man with soul |
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In control and effect, so what the heck |
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Rock the discotheques and this groove is what's next |
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Attack, react, exact, the mack'll move you with |
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A strong song, as long as you groove to this |
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I keep the crowd loud when you're hype |
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Do damage onstage and injure the mic |
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As i shoot the gift mc's stand stiff |
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While my rhymes stick to you like skippy and jif |
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Feel my blood fist, or my death kiss |
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The rap soloist, you don't want none of this |
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Supreme in this era, i reign with terror |
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When i grab the mic believe you're gonna hear a |
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Fascinatin' rhyme as i enchant them |
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So let's all sing the big daddy anthem |
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Go with the flow, my rhymes grow like an afro |
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I entertain again and kane'll never have no |
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Problem, i can sneeze, sniffle and cough |
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E-e-e-even if i stutter imma still come off |
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Cos rappers can't understand the mics i rip |
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They sure enough ain't equipped, that's why they got flipped |
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But my apparatus is up to status |
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Don't ask who's the baddest, of course that is |
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The maker, breaker, taker, my rhymes ache the head |
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Put it to bed, so watch what is said |
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Save the bass for the pipe and rearrange your tone |
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Or take a loss and be forced in the danger zone |
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Cos i get ill and kill at will |
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Teachin' a skill that's real, you're no thrill |
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So just stand still and chill as i build |
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Science i drill until my rhymes fill |
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Your head up...don't even get up |
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The teacher is teachin', so just shut up |
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Verse 2 |
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Rappers, take a step back, or you will soon regret that |
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You ever had to confront me and you can bet that |
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I come correct, perfect, in full effect |
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Disconnect, dissect, eject as i wreck shop |
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Stand in command with the clan |
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Caravan or van, we go man for man and |
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Without further ado or any delay |
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Mister cee as we say, call him the dj |
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Mad money murf with the triple m |
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Smooth the barber keepin' my flat-top trim |
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Scoob lover my brother, scrap lover my other |
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Dancin' with the crew so allow the boys to smother |
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The floor, and endure just for your pleasure |
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As the microphone lord proceeds to get raw |
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Acrobatic, asiatic, rap fanatic |
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I get dramatic and rhymes start flowin' automatically |
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From me, so don't play me, obey me |
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When asked "who's the best?", you better say me |
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I'm sendin' sucker mc's headin' north |
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And if you still want some...set if off |
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For you to cope is just a wish and a hope |
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And if you are what you eat they're feedin' me dope |
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Cos i'm just about as dope as dope can get |
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Ultimate, legit, kane is a perfect fit |
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The king of my kingdom, completin' a cipher |
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The lyrics i bring them keeps the crowd hyper |
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As i release the masterpiece |
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The groove will never cease until kane says "peace" |
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So, maestro, yo, hit it |
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Big daddy kane's about to come with it, cos... |
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[i can't hold it back...] |
