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

[big daddy
Nobody move, get hurt
And I have to do no-body work
The minute I come on stage and take
A demolition, where rappers a bad decision, huh
I start to it, puttin my bad thing in it
Soon as I start it, girls'll start clingin it
People'll start it, noise oh I'm bringin it
To show and to to the people
The man that is the king in it
Cause I take the cake hostess
No, not the one you wanna play high with
it up kane, warm as a snorkel
Snatch the microphone and do a somethin awful
I him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet
The to jam and slam the land
I flip the script nobody can
It's like they lack the crowd to get
And raw all the brothers who smothered the mic
frank with force, cause you know, kane comes off
See me and the mic go together 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 microphone to
Buck buck, and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin
For a rapper 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 better over
Yeah, yeah, huh
Many people tried to say I off
He went r&b, now his rap is all
But if you say that on stage, prove you wrong
And wax that ass, off a love song
with the street in all battles I'm still hard
Like a mallet, servin competition salad
I'm gonna give you some damn advice g
out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea
Cause now you're comin in the danger
There no man, can withstand, or his own
I burn a rapper so bad it bruise
Even if you put a on the mic that I use
That won't protect ya, I still can ya
Cause I the script, like a movie director
I'm makin the non-believers what I'm dishin up
And people that's fans, will be air conditioners
Why gee, I'm the hypest
The power to maintain, and sustain, cause I'm
In words, by knowledge and degrees
You say God bless, and I don't mean when I sneeze
A man, you know I got, soul
For the track and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not just been for the fellas so for the ladies
I didn't forget you.. *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 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 breakin down, any or group
And even though, some of try to play souped
When I come on stage, they spread they wings troop
And fly away, cause I don't
I slay, okay,
The of combat, my competition scat
Pockets stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm that
The one like to follow, bite and borrow
Lock my style, just like a rottweiler
So you wanna the meanin of hardcore?
like a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *