[Kane *singing*]
Do you knowwhat 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 moncheck the rhyme to the song
Uhhaw yeah baby c mon
Ah baby baby c monand check the rhyme to the song
One double nine to the fourgotta keep em on the floor
and put some real lyrics back in the hardcore
What I m used to hearinI can t believe it s gone
But now just like a grill inside Burger Kingthe beef is on
When I comerappers begin to speak in degrees
I even make Sisters With Voices _Weak in the Knees_
So run for your livesKane with the pen
is like Freddy with the glove full of knives
Who wanna test these skillscome see how it feels
I pull you one verseif that don t kill I got refills
You can t do me nonekid you gets nothin
If my rhymes was in brailleyou still couldn t touch em
ManI m a bad catmy style of rap is mad fat
And you knowsometimes it s so sad that
Rappers today be comin as the gangster rhyme type
And be so softthey wouldn t even kill time right
Here s the newsyou lettin the word hardcore be misused
You ain t never paid dues
Be for realyou 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 thingI do a thing of my own
And with my competition I let it be known
that battles I don t lose noneboy 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 sexthe way that I put it in em
And do I crush MC s - are you kiddin me?
If rappers were grapesI d have a whole wine distillery
SoI bring it to your facewith the bassthen I BLOW
a rapper off the mapwith the rapwhen I FLOW
then hit you with the skill that is illand I KNOW
that all of this is good to gocause 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 trackjust like that
Amazin the people the style of the rapppinis quite fat
I m lickin the lyrics and shootin the gaton the mic black
And this is for all of the rappers that likeand 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 glovegood God
The girls treat me like the drummer and give me some
From tall to short to thickeven 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 billsto make more stacks than
taller than anybody else s stacks it seem
Cause the Kane get more paper than a fax machine
The unforgettablerhymes 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 comebacklike Puma s!
I get rough Gand set it on your whole damn company
and Bogartlike my name was Humphrey
When I get throughthere ll be no more of them
As many rappers I burntI should open a crematorium
I make mad MC s give me my P s
If you try to disrespectkid you can get these
N-U-T slike the U-N-V s
I leave you down on your kneesdown on your knee-heeees!
Razor sharpmany ways of art
Source rings the chartpeople praise the God
for kickin the flows so fantasitic and this one here
We re callin it Lyrical Gymnastics

Uhhso baby baby c mon
Aw yeah baby c monand check the rhymes to the song
Uhhah baby baby c mon
Suki suki c monand I m gone!

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