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

[big kane]
Nobody move, get hurt
And I won't have to do no-body
The minute I come on stage and take
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 start singin it, noise oh I'm it
To show and to to the people
The man that really is the in it
I take the cake like hostess
No, not the one you play high post with
it up kane, warm as a snorkel
Snatch the microphone and do a nigga awful
I give him the rhythm-a-jazz finesse and yet
The flavor to jam and slam the
I flip the script nobody can
It's like they lack the crowd to get
And raw from all the brothers who the mic
They're with force, cause you know, kane comes off
See me and the mic go like neighbors
And if too fast, here's 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 to shreds
Buck buck, and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin
For havin a that try to battle will stress me
You address me cause you can't impress me
So don't test me, boy, I say you 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 you wrong
And wax that ass, rappin off a song
Cause with the in all battles I'm still hard
Like a mallet, servin like salad
I'm gonna give you damn good advice g
Break out, before there be some sugar honey 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 won't ya, I still can effect ya
Cause I flip the script, like a director
I'm makin the non-believers believe what I'm up
And people that's fans, will be air conditioners
Why gee, I'm the hypest
The to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous
In other words, by and degrees
You gotta say God bless, and I don't mean when I
A black man, you know I got,
For rockin the track and the mic that I hold
Not just 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 your
Aiyyo, I you better let it go!
I go in a rage on stage
The rap it never til I get my props
And if you don't know my style, well look here my
You saw of death_? 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 on stage, they spread they wings like troop
And fly away, cause I don't
I slay, okay,
The of combat, my competition scat
Pockets stay fat, oh yeah, I'm alllll that
The one like 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" *