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

[big kane]
Nobody move, get hurt
And I won't have to do work
The minute I come on stage and position
A demolition, where rappers a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, puttin my bad in it
Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll start it
start singin it, noise oh I'm bringin it
To show and to to the people
The man really is the king in it
I take the cake like hostess
No, not the one you wanna play post with
Warm it up kane, as a snorkel
Snatch the and do a nigga somethin awful
I give him the pizazz finesse and yet
The to jam and slam the land
I the script like nobody can
It's 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, a slower 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 microphone to
Buck buck, rough and tuff, and a little bit
For havin a rapper that try to will stress me
You shouldn't address me cause you impress me
So don't test me, boy, I say you better move
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, prove you wrong
And wax that ass, rappin off a love
Cause with the street in all battles I'm hard
Like a mallet, competition like salad
I'm gonna give you some good advice g
Break out, before there be sugar honey iced tea
Cause now you're in the danger zone
no man, can withstand, or hold his own
I a rapper so bad that it bruise
Even if you put a on the mic that I use
won't protect ya, I still can effect ya
Cause I flip the script, a movie director
I'm makin the believe what I'm dishin up
And people that's still fans, will be air
Why golly gee, I'm the
The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm
In words, by knowledge 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 been for the fellas so for the ladies
I didn't forget you.. mm-wah sound*
A lot of today, know how to flow
Also, a lot of turned pro
But if I ask for the mic at show
Aiyyo, I think you let it go!
Cause I go in a on stage
The rap it stops til I get my props
And if you don't know my style, look here my friend
You saw _faces of death_? hehe yeah yeah then
I'm tryin to my competition the scoop
That I'm down, any soloist or group
And even though, some of them try to play
When I come on stage, they spread they wings like
And fly away, I don't play
I slay, okay,
The king of combat, my competition
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll
The one they like to follow, bite and
Lock into my style, just like a
So you wanna know the of hardcore?
Looks a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *