| Somebody tell me who’s that, what’s that
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| It’s the man with the silk drawers stuck up his buttcrack
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| Don’t even front and try to ask who is this
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| Cause my name rings more bells than a Jehovah Witness
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| Stronger than Listerine, moppin up rappers like Mr. Clean
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| Oh Lord, the Kane just hit the scene
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| Booyaka bo buck, rappers have no luck
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| Cause when I come through, I’m catchin wreck, like a tow truck
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| Cause ain’t no way in the world the Kane could ever, fade
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| I’m stayin on top of this thing, in order for me to get, paid
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| And anyone comin to me for a battle is gettin, slayed
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| Whenever it comes to the lyrics I’m rappin I got it, made
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| So back up off me, cause yo' rap
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| Have no hap' so slow dat and act like you know dat
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| Cause you can dream about bein this up to par
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| But not even Johnny Mathis can tell you what your chances are
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| Competition I’ll drill em, and definitely outskill em
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| To make the long story short, I kill em
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| Cause I face em like Jason, bizarre
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| And when I come through, it’s like tchk tchk ahh
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| Come on, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| Heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| Come on, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| Come on, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| Givin you mo', ready to go, kickin the flow, rippin the show
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| Comin to blow, check out a pro, look at the glow, act like you know
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| Left the lonely lonely through lyrics loose in me
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| Leave the lowlife left lingerin lost like ???
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| Anything you can imagine done to a microphone I did it
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| Ripped it, flipped it, hit it, split it, let it so dig it
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| But don’t make me get ill, or chill, cause if I exercise my skill
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| Rappers’ll hit the floor like Johnny Gill
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| The smoothest soloist, with this to exist to bliss
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| And diss who risk to test this
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| Cause this ain’t no game, I treat you like
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| A picture of my ex-girl, and rip that ass out the frame
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| I come pursuant, pursuant, pursuant, pursuant
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| And step it to him, to him, to him, to him, to him
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| I leave a rapper’s career ruined, ruined, ruined, ruined
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| And watch him fade like my voice is doin, doin, doin
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| Ease back when I attack
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| Your poetry is wack so don’t ask for no slack
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| Cause I’m tell you straight up, I’mma bring it son
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| You want +Poetic Justice+ go see John Singleton
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| Because a battle ain’t no thing to me
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| And I don’t look nothin like Tarzan
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| So don’t think you can swing with me
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| Just let the Kane take control, I’d like to know
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| If you really ready for some super dynamite soul!
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| Then come on, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| Come on, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| So what’s this? |
| A new attitude, you’re tryin to act rude
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| You saw _Menace_ and now you in a gangsta mood
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| What are you kiddin me? |
| That’s the heart of stupidity
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| If you wanna be a gangsta, join the mafia in Italy
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| Fakin and frontin on stage like you’re hard
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| I hope when you get to Detroit, the real thugs gon' pull your card
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| Flashin guns like you got somethin to prove G
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| What, you wanna be in the next John Singleton movie?
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| You’re sayin that you’re buckwhylin
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| But don’t convince me, convince the brothers on the Island
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| Otherwise just forget it, unless niggas that did ten years
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| Say you a gangsta, I ain’t wit it
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| «Yo, I raped his mother, yo, I shot and killed him»
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| Is that what you wanna get across to the children?
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| I guess you’re not gonna be happy til it’s for real
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| Four year old kids, doin drivebys on Big Wheels
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| Or maybe you wanna see it be more fatal
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| Like Kindergarten kids, tryin to cook crack with Play-Doh
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| Now I don’t mean to take the fun out the jam
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| I just want some to understand about the gun in the hand
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| We gotta show our people how to live equal
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| Peace out, I’m catchin folks on the sequel
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| It go, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| Uh-huh, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| Come on, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go!
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| Come on, heidi heidi heidi ho
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| And yo I got the funky flow
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| So let yourself go! |