| Party people in the place
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| Embrace the bass as I commence to pick up the pace
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| And make you motivate, and accelerate
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| Cause like Tony the Tiger, I’m greeeat!
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| Always seem to come off, hard for you somehow
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| I mean, me being wack, oh come come now
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| That’s quite ridiculous, so just admit you was
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| Thrilled, it’s on your face, and it’s conspicuous
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| Not that you’re on this, but my performance
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| Is rather exquisite, so hard is it
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| Or supremacy, that’s the perfect definition
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| But rappers keep wishing to be in my position
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| Know good and damn well they ain’t no competition
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| Huh, I gotta give it to you kid, that’s ambition
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| For you to perpetrate the role of me, the Big Daddy
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| The Big Father, nah don’t even bother
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| Cause that would mean you would have to teach
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| Each and every one idiotic son
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| Trying to make it, you can’t fake it
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| The rhymes I recite are fully dressed and yours are butt naked
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| Your speech is weak, while my mine stands strong
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| So, all hail the man that’s here to live long
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| You know you heard this voice before somewhere
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| And when I said that I’m the Kane, you said «oh yeah»
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| «That brother that used to rhyme on stage with Biz
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| Oh he’s def,» you know what time it is
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| But this time I’m not assisted on the microphone
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| More like Patti Labelle, on my own
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| Just single-handed, the mic I commanded
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| Phony MC’s don’t understand it, and it
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| Is the real thing like the taste of Coke
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| So never sleep on me, better stay awoke
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| Like a gambler in Vegas, I go for broke
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| To make a long story short, yo I ain’t no joke
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| I take time and care in whatever I’m doing
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| And when I rock a party, I make sure that you en-
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| Joy what you’re hearing as I entertain
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| So hip-hip hooray, long live the Kane
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| I got the freedom of speech to use it anyway that I choose it
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| So all hail to the music
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| On exhibit, get with it, now here’s my ring
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| The original supreme being Black man
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| Point blank, the cream to rise supreme
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| As those go below like a submarine
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| Reaching and teaching a lesson that I’m giving
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| Addressing and impressing the crowd, so how we living
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| Fine in mind, to decline is out of line
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| So pardon this brother as I give you mine
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| To say I’m not, don’t even diss yourself
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| Cause at times, I have to jump back and kiss myself
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| Long live the K, the A, the N, the E
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| I say the end will be
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| A big movement, by the time I’m through
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| And that’s coming from a Black man’s point of view
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| Now pardon me for just changing the issue
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| But all you sucker MC’s, it’s a must that I diss you
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| The way y’all be fronting has made me disgusted
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| Now I’ma set you straight, so so yo yo, bust it
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| Rappers try and hang and just swear that they can party
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| But the style that I’m using is just like karate
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| So if we ever battle you’re bound to be through
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| Because I got a black belt in Rap Can Do
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| No I’m not Chinese, it’s just rhymes like these
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| That destroy an MC with black belt degrees
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| You’re rocking a party, trying so hard to get loose
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| Kid sound awiiite, but I can’t taste the juice
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| Therefore, the job is left to me
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| So I get the party kicking just like Bruce Lee
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| But I won’t stop there, I still rock a little harder
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| While the toy MC’s step and say, sayonara
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| Long Live the Kane (x2)
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| Break it down |