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

[big kane]
Nobody move, nobody get
And I have to do no-body work
The I come on stage and take position
A demolition, where rappers a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, puttin my bad in it
as I start flingin it, girls'll start clingin it
People'll singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it
To show and to to the people
The man really is the king in it
Cause I take the cake hostess
No, not the one you wanna play post with
Warm it up kane, as a snorkel
the microphone 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
like they lack the crowd to get live
And raw all the brothers who smothered the mic
frank with force, cause you know, kane comes off
See me and the mic go like neighbors
And if that's too fast, here's a flavor
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 to shreds
Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a bit raggamuffin
For havin a rapper that try to battle stress me
You shouldn't address me cause you can't me
So don't me, boy, I say you better move over
Yeah, yeah, huh
Many people to say I fell off
He r&b, now his rap is all soft
But if you say that on stage, I'll you wrong
And wax that ass, rappin off a love
Cause with the street in all battles I'm hard
Like a mallet, servin like salad
I'm gonna give you some damn advice g
Break out, there be some sugar honey iced tea
now you're comin in the danger zone
There no man, can withstand, or his own
I burn a so bad that it bruise
if you put a condom on the mic that I use
That protect ya, I still can effect ya
Cause I flip the script, like a director
I'm makin the non-believers believe I'm dishin up
And people that's still fans, will be air
Why gee, I'm the hypest
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 black man, you know I got,
For the track and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies
I forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound*
A lot of today, know how to flow
Also, a lot of amateurs pro
But if I ask for the mic at show
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 know my style, well look here my friend
You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah aight then
I'm to tell my competition the scoop
That I'm breakin down, any or group
And though, some of them try to play souped
When I on stage, they spread they wings like troop
And fly away, I don't play
I slay, okay,
The king of combat, my scat
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm that
The one they to follow, bite and borrow
into my style, just like a rottweiler
So you wanna the meanin of hardcore?
like a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *