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

[big kane]
Nobody move, nobody get
And I won't to do no-body work
The minute I come on stage and position
A demolition, where rappers a bad decision, huh
I start to swingin it, my bad thing in it
as I start flingin it, girls'll start clingin it
People'll start singin it, oh I'm bringin it
To and to prove to the people
The man that is the king in it
Cause I take the cake like
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 give him the rhythm-a-jazz pizazz and yet
The flavor to jam and slam the
I flip the script nobody can
It's like lack the crowd to get live
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 like
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 rapper that try to battle will me
You shouldn't address me 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 on stage, I'll prove you wrong
And wax that ass, rappin off a love
Cause the street in all battles I'm still hard
Like a mallet, servin competition salad
I'm give you some damn good advice g
Break out, before there be some honey iced tea
Cause now you're comin in the zone
no man, can withstand, or hold his own
I burn a rapper so bad that it
Even if you put a condom on the mic I use
won't protect ya, I still can effect ya
Cause I flip the script, like a 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 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 didn't forget you.. mm-wah sound*
A lot of rappers today, how to flow
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, well here my friend
You saw of death_? hehe yeah yeah aight then
I'm tryin to my competition the scoop
I'm breakin 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, cause I don't
I slay, okay,
The of combat, my competition scat
Pockets stay fat, oh yeah, I'm alllll that
The one they like to follow, and borrow
Lock into my style, just like a
So you know the meanin of hardcore?
Looks a job for..

* cut n "big daddy" *