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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 won't to do no-body work
The I come on stage and take position
A demolition, rappers catch a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, my bad thing in it
Soon as I start flingin it, girls'll start it
People'll start singin it, noise oh I'm it
To show and to prove to the
The man really is the king in it
Cause I the cake like hostess
No, not the one you wanna high post with
Warm it up kane, as a snorkel
Snatch the and do a nigga somethin awful
I him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet
The to jam and slam the land
I flip the like nobody can
It's like lack the crowd to get live
And raw from all the who smothered the mic
They're frank with force, cause you know, kane 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 battle will me
You shouldn't me cause you can't impress me
So don't test me, boy, I say you better over
Yeah, yeah, huh
people tried 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 the street in all battles I'm still hard
Like a mallet, servin like salad
I'm gonna give you some good advice g
Break out, before 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 rapper so bad that it
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 movie
I'm makin the non-believers believe I'm dishin up
And people that's still fans, be air conditioners
Why gee, I'm the hypest
The to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm righteous
In other words, by knowledge and
You say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze
A black man, you I got, soul
For the track and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not just been flowin for the fellas so for the
I forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound*
A lot of rappers today, know how to
Also, a lot of turned pro
But if I ask for the mic at your
Aiyyo, I you better let it go!
Cause I go in a rage on
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 the scoop
I'm breakin down, any soloist or group
And even though, of them try to play souped
When I come on stage, they spread wings like troop
And fly away, cause I play
I slay, okay,
The king of combat, my competition
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll
The one they to follow, bite and borrow
Lock into my style, just a rottweiler
So you wanna know the meanin of
Looks a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *