| Things been said, plenty rumors been spread
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| Many many many new jacks got it in they head
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| that they can raise up on this and put the Kane in fright
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| Heheh. |
| yeah right!
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| Listen, you’re just as soft as baby powder
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| Don’t let your mouth get you in somethin
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| your rhymes can’t get you out of Some good advice is don’t even come out my way
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| You better press up on Chucky if you’re lookin for Child’s Play
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| Cause I’m a grown ass man in total command
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| One of the best to ever be and
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| no other can ever take a stand
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| When I kick a verse the scene becomes so scary
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| that niggaz get quiet like a library
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| I pick up the mic like a hunter in hot pursuit
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| Oh you want some of this? |
| Then put that mic on mute
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| Because you’ll be in more danger than Penelope Pitstop
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| Point blank, you get your shit dropped
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| I got a death blow whenever I throw
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| With double impact to take out the whole row
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| Huh, I start swingin again and again
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| You’ll hear so many ooh ahhs you’ll think it was Boyz II Men
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| I break down, shake down, proceed down, beat down
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| back down, smack down, rip down, get down
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| showdown, throwdown, rundown, come down! |
| *DJ rewinds*
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| Here’s a little message for your own concern
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| You try to press up on this and get burned
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| A battle with a non-believe is what I yearn
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| Damn, niggaz never learn
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| Niggaz! |
| →Eazy-E
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| This is for your own concern.
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| You Must Learn →KRS-One *repeat all 3X*
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| If you ever see a jam playin you can bet that damn Kane
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| will make it sparkle and bubble like champagne
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| Dom Perignon I’m the Don of the set
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| and I’ll bet, that the girls, will agree
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| That the B, the-I-G, D-A-double-D-Y Superfly feel
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| like Ron O’Neal, gets ill, I got it goin on Word is bond, I’m more Dangerous
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| than Michael Jackson — hah, sha-mon!
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| So, I don’t attract with the wick-wick-wack
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| So take a step back, you new new, new jack
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| Cause young boy, all of your rhymes are pre-natal
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| Mines are fatal, cause I got The Hand That Rocks the Cradle
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| So stay in your crib pen, before you get did in uhh, I mean done in, you gets none and
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| the last rapper to press up on me wrong was.
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| . |
| ummmm. |
| damn it’s been that long!
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| So competin is not a smart decision
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| Cause I start to dissin, then start dismissin
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| You’re tryin to battle with me well god damn scram
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| The style that you’re usin is as old as a Trans-Am
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| Update yourself just like an 850
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| Shift see, oh what’s the use you still can’t with me Many MC’s tried their best to press up But I guess, their best, wasn’t goooooood enough!
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| I’m not Robert Townsend but every time I speak
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| I’ll leave a rapper’s chest beatin like he had Five Heartbeats
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| Knockin out comp like Rocky Balboa
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| And I make more noise than a lawnmower
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| For my stacks I worked hard to earn (* Kane starts rapping real fast *)
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| Bein the bigger the better the badder the boss
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| The brother to break em when bringin the bomb
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| to blow up the Boogie Down… * INHALES, DEEP SIGH *
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| Damn niggaz never learn! |