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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 flingin 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 that really is the in it
Cause I the cake like hostess
No, not the one you play high post with
Warm it up kane, warm as a
Snatch the microphone and do a nigga somethin
I him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz finesse and yet
The flavor to jam and slam the
I flip the like nobody can
It's like they the crowd to get live
And raw from all the who smothered the mic
They're with force, cause you know, kane comes off
See me and the mic go together like
And if that's too fast, here's a 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, rough and tuff, and a little bit raggamuffin
For havin a rapper try to battle will stress me
You shouldn't address me cause you 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 prove you
And wax that ass, rappin off a love
Cause with the in all battles I'm still hard
Like a mallet, competition like salad
I'm gonna give you some damn good g
out, before there be some sugar honey iced tea
Cause now you're comin in the zone
There no man, can withstand, or his own
I a rapper 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
I flip the script, like a movie director
I'm the non-believers believe what 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 words, by knowledge and degrees
You gotta say God bless, and I don't when I sneeze
A black man, you know I got,
For rockin the and sparkin the mic that I hold
Not been flowin for the fellas so for the ladies
I forget you.. mm-wah *kiss sound*
A lot of rappers today, know how to
Also, a lot of amateurs 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 never til I get my props
And if you know my style, well look here my friend
You saw of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight then
I'm tryin to tell my competition the
That I'm down, any soloist or group
And even though, of them try to play souped
When I come on stage, spread they wings like troop
And fly away, cause I don't
I slay, okay,
The of combat, my competition scat
stay fat, oh hells yeah, I'm alllll that
The one like to follow, bite and borrow
into my style, just like a rottweiler
So you know the meanin of hardcore?
like a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *