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"this is a world and I'm here.."
-> hard being the kane_

[big kane]
move, nobody get hurt
And I won't have to do no-body
The minute I on stage 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 it, girls'll start clingin it
People'll singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it
To show and to prove to the
The man really is the king in it
Cause I take the cake like
No, not the one you wanna high post with
Warm it up kane, warm as a
Snatch the microphone and do a somethin awful
I him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet
The flavor to jam and the land
I the script like nobody can
like they lack the crowd to get live
And raw all the brothers 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 rapper that try to will stress me
You shouldn't address me you can't impress me
So don't me, boy, I say you better move over
Yeah, yeah, huh
Many people to say I fell off
He went r&b, now his rap is all
But if you say that on stage, I'll prove you
And wax that ass, rappin off a song
Cause with the street in all battles I'm hard
Like a mallet, servin competition like
I'm gonna give you damn good advice g
Break out, before there be some sugar honey tea
Cause now you're in the danger zone
There no man, can withstand, or his own
I burn a so bad that it bruise
Even if you put a condom on the mic I use
That won't ya, I still can effect ya
Cause I flip the script, like a director
I'm makin the believe what I'm dishin up
And people that's still fans, be air conditioners
Why golly gee, I'm the
The power to maintain, and sustain, I'm righteous
In other words, by and degrees
You gotta say God bless, and I mean when I sneeze
A man, you know I got, soul
For rockin the and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not just flowin for the fellas so for the ladies
I didn't forget you.. mm-wah *kiss
A lot of rappers today, how to flow
Also, a lot of turned pro
But if I ask for the mic at your
Aiyyo, I think you let it go!
Cause I go in a on stage
The rap it never til I get my props
And if you know my style, well look here my friend
You saw _faces of hehe yeah 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 souped
When I come on stage, they spread they like troop
And fly away, cause I play
I slay, okay,
The king of combat, my scat
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll
The one they to follow, bite and borrow
Lock into my style, like a rottweiler
So you wanna know the of hardcore?
Looks a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *