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"this is a premier and I'm here.."
-> _it's hard being the

[big kane]
Nobody move, nobody get
And I won't have to do no-body
The minute I come on and take position
A demolition, where catch a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, my bad thing in it
Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll clingin it
start singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it
To show and to to the people
The man that really is the in it
Cause I take the like hostess
No, not the one you wanna play high with
it up kane, warm as a snorkel
Snatch the and do a nigga somethin awful
I him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet
The flavor to jam and the land
I flip the script like can
It's like they the crowd to get live
And raw from all the who smothered the mic
They're frank with force, cause you know, comes off
See me and the mic go like neighbors
And if that's too fast, here's a slower
You see.. i.. am.. the.. man.. to.. stand.. top.. brand..
No.. band.. at.. hand.. and.. yes I can can, yes I can can
Rip the microphone to
buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin
For havin a that try to battle will stress me
You shouldn't address me cause you can't me
So test me, boy, I say you better move over
Yeah, yeah, huh
Many people tried to say I off
He r&b, now his rap is all soft
But if you say that on stage, prove you wrong
And wax that ass, rappin off a song
Cause with the street in all I'm still hard
Like a mallet, servin competition like
I'm gonna give you some good advice g
Break out, before be some sugar honey iced tea
Cause now you're in the danger zone
no man, can withstand, or hold his own
I burn a rapper so bad it bruise
if you put a condom on the mic that I use
That won't ya, I still can effect ya
Cause I flip the script, like a movie
I'm makin the non-believers believe what I'm up
And people that's fans, will be air conditioners
Why golly gee, I'm the
The power to maintain, and sustain, I'm righteous
In other words, by knowledge and
You gotta say God bless, and I mean when I sneeze
A man, you know I got, soul
For the track and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not just flowin for the fellas so for the ladies
I didn't forget you.. *kiss sound*
A lot of today, know how to flow
Also, a lot of amateurs pro
But if I ask for the mic at your
Aiyyo, I you better let it go!
Cause I go in a on stage
The rap it stops til I get my props
And if you don't my style, well look here my friend
You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah aight then
I'm tryin to tell my competition the
That I'm breakin down, any soloist or
And even though, some of them try to play
I come on stage, they spread they wings like troop
And fly away, cause I don't
I slay, okay,
The king of combat, my competition
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll
The one like to follow, bite and borrow
Lock into my style, like a rottweiler
So you know the meanin of hardcore?
like a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *